It had been a while.
Xaver made through the crowds on the old, familiar cobblestone walkway that donned the little town, avoiding the numerous Hogwarts students as they hustled about to get in all their shopping. He was a quite healthier creature than he was the last time he was in Hogsmead, if he remembered correctly, and the odd thought put a sort of halfish smile on his extrordinarily handsome features, as he stepped off the street, and out of the snowy weather, into one of the best known candy shops in the country. Despite a few scars here and there on it, he was still a kid a heart, and perhaps enjoyed candy far too much for a Fallen King.
The minute addiction didn't show however, in his lean creature, strong, and compact as ever - a whipcord of strength, and graceful movements, beneath his dark shoes, black jeans, and a navy blue shirt, under a thick, odd-textured black cloak. His eyes, blue, and deep as oceans, flickered about the warm atomosphere, moving over shelves, and shelves of candy. Staring, slightly.
Where to start?