Thomas had always preferred Hogsmeade over Diagon Alley, except for when it was a weekend at school and the students overran the usually quiet streets. He was not a person for crowds, which made autograph signings and the rush after matches nearly impossible for him to deal with. He often got criticized for rushing to the floo after games without signing a few posters for the fans who had been waiting outside the gates, but Thomas would rather deal with the bad press than get sucked into being smothered.
"Yes, this way," he said, pushing his hands into his pockets, having forgotten gloves. He had been frantically looking for the sunglasses that were charmed to help conceal his identity (within a decent radius) that he'd left a more vital bit of clothing. What good was a chaser if his hands had been frozen and thawed off because of the cold winter weather?
They made their way down the main street, Thomas pointing out stores and using little anecdotes of his time there. Hogwarts had been decent enough to him while he was a student, but he felt like it was a common trait within all of its graduates that once you left its hallowed halls you would give anything to be a student there once more. The castle was its own universe, and once you left it to join the ranks of the real world, nothing seemed to compare.
A final short trek up a snowy hill led them to the best view of the castle, and Thomas looked over to Samantha with a grin, "I don't think they've got castles in Canada, do they?"
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