Huggos
It was midday on the grounds, the November sun casting a scant warmth on the chilled, somewhat windy landscape below. Ike was there, wrapped up in a red scarf and his head comically popping up from what was clearly a very warm blanket. Sitting behind a stand that read “HUGGING BOOTH”, the young boy’s cheeks were flushed red from the cold air, and it was cold enough that you could see the vapor from each exhalation he took. Next to the booth was a sign; the type that unfolded in two and stood on it’s own like a piece of folded paper. The entire setup was clearly makeshift- the booth made up of old scrap wood, and the sign composed of the same, held together by some old hardware left over from miscellaneous bits and doohickeys likely found lying around in the old castle.
Etched into the wood, the sign read the following.
One Hug A Day Makes the Sadness Go Away!
1 sickle per hug - First Years
2 sickles per hug - Second Years
5 sickles per hug - Third Years
10 sickles per hug - Fourth Year and above
1 Galleon per hug - Professors
10 Galleons - The Oofie Special (It’s a surprise!)
Etched into the wood, the sign read the following.
One Hug A Day Makes the Sadness Go Away!
1 sickle per hug - First Years
2 sickles per hug - Second Years
5 sickles per hug - Third Years
10 sickles per hug - Fourth Year and above
1 Galleon per hug - Professors
10 Galleons - The Oofie Special (It’s a surprise!)
Olphie Bercegeay
Huggos
Olphie made her way to the grounds, carrying her broom. It was a lovely, yet brisk, fall day. She had just witnessed two great Quidditch matches, and the brutality of the children had inspired her to get some flying practice of her own. If things went well, she would perhaps make up a new Quidditch move so even more children could go to the Hospital Wing in the name of competition next time!
Just as Olphie was about to turn her direction toward the pitch, she noticed a small boy, wrapped in a red scarf and warm blanket. He looked a bit ridiculous, but what was even more absurd was that he was perched next to a stand that read "HUGGING BOOTH." Though she wasn't sure how someone would be able to hug a living pillow, the thing was so precious that she couldn't help but walk closer!
As she got closer to the makeshift stand, ignoring the fact that it looked a bit rundown, she took note of the slogan and prices. Olphie nodded to the boy before she read, and her eyes brightened as she read further down the sign. This was an excellent idea! If being a Quidditch star didn't work out - as only the brightest, most entrepreneurial students were able to be stars - he could be a politician or something! Maybe even Minister of Magic!
Olphie knew she would have to help him find customers. But first, she wondered, "What, dear, is the Olphie special?"