We're Not Gonna Stop!

We're not gonna stop
until somebody calls the cops
and even then
we'll start again
and just pretend
that nothing ever happened!
< repeat x 6 million >

Poor, poor Neila! I bet that on days like today she really regrets having accepted that pretty Prefect pin from the Headmistress. All of us girls were just so excited to be going to Hogsmeade that we could hardly stop bouncing around...and shouting...and singing, as per the above.

When not behaving like a mad Pygmy Puff, I visited the Post Office to send an Owl to mum. What kind of owl goes to Canada, you ask? A snowy owl of course. I'm afraid I'm still a bit hyper, and if it's been snowing as much as I think it has back home, I bet mum is not going to appreciate that joke at all.

Honeydukes was just about everything I had hoped it would be..I was, quite literally, a child in a sweet shop. The Fizzing Whizbees are probably my favourite sweet of all, so I made sure to pick some up to send to my swap partner...assuming I don't eat them all myself before I send the parcel.

Gladrags was really neat too. I know we don't need anything aside from basic robes right now, but I definitely have some ideas for what I might get next year. Green is such a lovely colour, don't you think? Maybe my next pair of Fetching will be in a nice green colour...yes...lovely.

Zonko's was about what I expected. I didn't buy anything, though. I figure that after the big bad thing, I probably don't need any temptation to lead me astray for the rest of the year. I was able to keep mum from hearing about what happened, but I don't know that I could make such a convincing case for keeping her away the next time around. I'll definitely have to go back when I have to buy some birthday gifts for my cousins, though.

The Three Broomsticks was probably my favourite part of the whole trip. We actually got almost all of the Ravenclaws in the same room at the same time for once, which was quite the accomplishment given how driven we all are. I don't know that Madame Rosmerta was thrilled by how boisterous we were, though, and I felt so terrible for spilling my Butterbeer down my robes three times. I hate being clumsy sometimes!

As I went into the lav to survey the damage to my robes and attempt to dry them out, I'm pretty sure I saw Madame Rosmerta slide Neila a small glass of something, and I think she muttered something about "On the house, you poor soul," but I don't know why. Perhaps she knows Neila from somewhere? I do wonder what was in the glass, though. The fresh Butterbeer was ever so much nicer than the bottled stuff we get up at the castle--or maybe it was just all the fresh air.

We're not gonna stop...