None of the young wizards in the Castle liked Filch, but he was especially endearing today. His arrival meant that Hogsmeade weekend had begun.
It also relieved Neville's current inner torment and embarrassment. He was practically the first to rush toward Filch.
Out of the Castle, across the suspension bridge, through the gates, and a little farther down the road lay Britain's only wizarding village-Hogsmeade.
Although the sky had finally cleared after the rain, the road to Hogsmeade was still terribly muddy. Not a single young wizard complained, though; without exception, their faces wore excited, happy smiles.
Everywhere, they could be heard inviting friends to visit Honeydukes, Zonko's Joke Shop, or the Three Broomsticks to see its charming landlady.
Neville walked beside Su Er. With the help of Su Er's magic and the wind, most of the fragrance on him had dissipated. At least it no longer smelled quite so strong.
Ahead of them, Hermione and Hannah were chattering with their arms around each other. Susan, the little girl who might have been Su Er's older or younger sister, soon joined them too.
Ron had spotted his two older brothers a moment earlier and hurriedly said goodbye before going over to them.
"Thanks for earlier, Su Er," Neville thanked him quietly.
"Don't mention it, Neville." Su Er smiled and shook his head. "I can tell today means a lot to you."
Neville looked up at Hannah's back and smiled shyly.
"If you're planning to invite Hannah to sit down at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, I'd suggest asking her now. Otherwise, she might go shopping with Susan and the others," Su Er suggested considerately. "We're almost at Hogsmeade."
"Huh? Now?" Neville's face flushed at once, and he stammered.
"Let me show you how it's done, Neville." Su Er smiled and patted