In the snow-blanketed village of Hogsmeade, the Hog's Head stood quietly along a narrow, winding street, like a forgotten corner of a winter fairytale.
Dragged along by Catherine, Quinlan walked down the thickly snow-covered street, their boots making a crunching sound with every step.
This weekend happened to be relatively free, as Professor Snape had to leave the school on business and had informed her she wouldn't need to work.
Chapter 99