Hogsmeade Carnival, Day Three!

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Date: Monday, 28 August
Time: All Day Long!
Place: Througout the entire Village
Characters Involved: EVERYONE! (Remember to add your character's 'tag' if you enter the thread here.)

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[thelastgranger]

Hermione wouldn’t have been able to keep away, not when she knew he was here… In a kissing booth. There was taunting to be done, that was for sure. There was nothing else she wanted to see here, but she'd probably have a quick look around before she left.

Which is why Hermione found herself sitting opposite the man, reaching into her pocket she pulled out a few coins, setting them down in front of him.

“That should get me a good few kisses, mmm?” She was excited, not about a kiss but about the fact they’d be working with one another again, she’d be working in general. “Maybe you’ll even hold my hand if I ask really nicely?”

The sort of people that had come through here… Hermione wasn’t even sure she wanted to know. What sort of kiss was he offering? That was another things she chose to ignore, she’d be more than content with a kiss on the cheek or two.

She couldn’t have been the only past student stopping by, the poor man must have had at least a few awkward moments. What ever had possessed him to agree to it, Hermione had no idea at all. “Having fun?”

[m4moony]

After Harry's visit, Remus could only shake his head at finding Hermione now facing him across the barrier of the kissing booth. It seemed today was the day his 'children' had chosen to take their pleasure in teasing him. Probably just as well. Things were quieter and he did not anticipate any further embarrassing encounters with former students or bittersweet moments of closure on past relationships or confusing revelations with friends.

"If you ask really nicely, I might even stop myself from patting you on the head like the impudent child you are," he teased the young woman, rolling his eyes at her cheek. Still, he'd take a few moments with someone he could relax around over the hordes of misty-eyed 'fans' clutching his picture he'd been forced to endure the last two days.

Thank the gods this was the last day the booth would be running for the Carnival!

"But, if you'd like to place a coin or two in the jar, I could find it in my heart to gift you with a salacious, improper, and thoroughly tasteless...kiss on the cheek or two." Winking, he assumed a look of careful innocence for a moment before sighing heavily and leaning tiredly on the booth wall.

Fun? Well, it had been interesting to say the least.

"Not in the slightest." He glanced warily in Fleur's direction before lowering his voice even further. "The next time you hear I've gone and agreed to anything even remotely like this, please hex me on the spot."

[thelastgranger]

“Oh yes, feel free to pat me on the head when you’re not sitting in a kissing booth.” Hermione dropped the coins into the jar he’d indicated, the grin on her face widening. Yes she’d had to grow up too quickly, but there were times the child in her really insisted on getting out. Like when she had the opportunity to taunt her friend.

She’d been very surprised to hear he’d be participating in a kissing booth, of all things! Somehow Hermione had always seen him as… A prude? No prude wasn’t the right word. But he definitely wasn’t the sort to go around kissing this girl that girl and the other.

“As long as you promise it’ll be improper and thoroughly tasteless. Then how on earth could I refuse?” It wasn’t often Hermione had anything to tease him about, he was much too prim and proper.

“Well not fun until now.” Hermione pushed her hair behind her shoulders, extending her cheek in his direction. “Well you’ve already signed up, so pucker up.” She was on the verge of loosing herself in fits of giggles, bitting down on her lip to hold it back.

It was questionable just how much she’d be able to get away with, but Hermione assumed it would be a fair bit.

[m4moony]

"Such impudence," Remus returned in his best impression of Professor McGonagall -- which really wasn't very good. "Did no one ever teach you to respect your elders?"

Shaking his head at her in fond exasperation, he leaned over the booth wall and kissed her chastely on the right cheek. Then, with a mischeivous glint to his honey-brown eyes, he moved to her left cheek and blew a spectacular raspberry against it.

"Improper and tasteless enough," he asked, eyes wide with a mock innocence which was belied in the wicked grin he threw her as he leaned back onto his 'side' of the wall. Tweaking a stray curl on the breeze, Remus settled more comfortably on his chair.

Had he known she saw him as prim and proper, he probably would have laughed and regaled her with tales of the stunts he had joined his friends on. Underneath the mild-mannered professor was a punk rock, leather wearing werewolf who just didn't get out much.

"So, besides tormenting your soon to be supervisor and one time professor, what does Hermione Granger find interesting at the Hogsmeade Carnival?"

[thelastgranger]

No, he wasn’t really that good at all. Both Ron and Harry said she had a ‘Professor McGonagall’ tone, but Hermione liked to think they just said that to get under her skin.

Hermione laughed at his actions, somewhat surprised but much too amused for it to show. “Cheeky, prat.” She said as she wrinkled her nose and wiped her cheek. “I don’t think I can respect my elders when they’re behaving as such!”

If Hermione had found out that really, he was a leather-wearing wolf, she’d probably have been somewhat relieved. Too often he seemed much too perfect, but she loved it when this sort of thing shined through. Fun.

Really, he wasn’t old. “With all this ‘respecting your elders’ nonsense, you’ll start believing you’re an old man. You should be out in all the most raging pubs, enjoying gratuitous dances with barely dressed females. Enjoy all this attention before you really do become an old man.” It was a good day. She was feeling good and thus, it was time to tease her friend mercilessly.

“Apart from getting kisses from you? Nothing. Really I’ve just come to see this.” Hermione looked him up and down with a grin. “And so far, it’s worth it.”

Hermione rested her elbows on the divider, placing her chin in her hands, doing her best to look as innocent as possible.