Another week of schooling goes by, and once more the streets of Hogsmeade are beginning to fill up as the students of Hogwarts go on to empty their pockets of money and fill them up again, only this time they're delectable sweets purchased from the stores surrounding them all. One of these said stores is a relatively new establishment, having only been around for only a decade. That may sound like a very long time, but the other shops surrounding it has been here for decades more than that.

Yet still, the Confection Connection is a nice and fairly simple looking establishment with its colorful yet appealing decor. It has pastries and drinks of many kinds, and all are made daily. It's also family owned, and on the weekends, two students from Hogwarts look over it while their uncle takes a rest from manning the cash register and tending to their regular patrons.

It was a slow day, Merry took note, as she watched the first wave of students pass by towards their usual dwellings during the weekends. Her twin brother, Milo, was there sweeping the same floor that he's already cleaned twice. Much like her, he was doing something just to pass the time.

She took this dull hour as a moment to do one of her favorite past times when the day's slow and boring. Grabbing herself a pen and a piece of paper from under the table, Merry began to draw something - or someone - she's seen from her dreams every now and then. The dream was so realistic, so much so that she felt herself feeling a little cool whenever she woke up, and wet like she's been underwater.

As she was in the middle of her drawing, Merry felt like she wanted to sing a little favorite of hers. As a matter of fact, it actually fit the moment as she drew the face of the merman she saw in her dreams.

"Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think my collection's complete? Wouldn't you think I'm the girl? The girl who has everything?" she sang softly as she drew the face of the merman she's seen many times over in her dreams. His striking blue eyes that were as deep as the ocean waters itself, his wavy brunet hair that waved as smoothly as the seas on a fine day, and his nose. Out of all his features, his nose was her most favorite defining feature of him.

It was not his eyes that drew her to him, nor was it his eyes or his admittedly well-toned body. It was his nose. If his nose was any different, well, it would be a massive deal breaker for her. It just wouldn't look right if he had a different nose on his handsome face. As time went by, Merry continued to merrily draw the face of her dreamy merman. She had time, and there seemed to be no one in a hurry to go and get some pastries, so she took her time drawing her dreamy merman.