Wishing for his old hairy suit, Hagrid dressed in a black wool dinner jacket with matching trousers and a cream shirt. Olympe had said it made him look sophisticated, and Hagrid found he agreed with her. Not sophisticated enough, of course, else she'd still be with him. He sighed and slipped his pink umbrella and a vial of Weasley's Wheezes ( Read more... )

Hagrid strolled casually into Hogsmeade, just out for a little drink before bed. He stopped in to the Owl Post Office and checked his box. There were three letters waiting for him. He waited till he'd found the privacy of a dimly lit booth at the Hogs Head to open them. Both were answers to his personal ad, placed in the October issue of Gentle ( Read more... )