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Rita righted herself and pulling her arms closer around her. Why did it have to be so damn cold anyway? As soon as she found that damn potioneers she’d be getting a warming potion too. The incantation never seemed to work as well as it should. She pocketed her wand, glancing up at the other young woman. “This isn’t even the half of it.”
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Rita felt awful. She’d woken up that morning with a head full of cold and the potion to rid it from her had been nowhere to be seen. She’d stumbled out of the house, wrapped up inside every warm accessory going, heading for the potioneer on Diagon Alley to get rid of the blasted thing, only to break her heel on the cobbles. Foul curses spilled from her mouth and she stumbled forward, lucky not to hit the ground face first. Out came her wand, and the issue was fixed, but the worsened mood remained. She was missing the perfect winter lighting to top it all off, this would have been perfect weather for an instagram shoot. “Why is it always me?” She spat at nothing in particular, brow furrowed.
Riley was on her way to get some coffee when she spotted Rita. “Are you okay?” She asked the girl. She appeared to be struggling, which was slightly amusing, though Riley would never admit that to the other girl.
Glancing up, Rita’s watering eyes didn’t stop her making out Riley. Stupid cold, no doubt her mascara would run. She pulled herself upright, burying her chin in the scarf wrapped around her neck. “Fine.” She muttered, clearly not telling the truth. “Or at least I will be by the time I get to the damn potioneer.”
“Can you believe my Tinder date stood me up? On New Years, nonetheless. I suppose that means no midnight kiss for me, unless you’d like to volunteer.”
Rita snorted, phone in her hand, as she shook her head with a laugh. “Well I’d love to sweetie, but I’ll be far too busy capturing the pivotal moment we start the new year for all my thousands of followers. It wouldn’t be fair to deprive them.”
Rita felt awful. She’d woken up that morning with a head full of cold and the potion to rid it from her had been nowhere to be seen. She’d stumbled out of the house, wrapped up inside every warm accessory going, heading for the potioneer on Diagon Alley to get rid of the blasted thing, only to break her heel on the cobbles. Foul curses spilled from her mouth and she stumbled forward, lucky not to hit the ground face first. Out came her wand, and the issue was fixed, but the worsened mood remained. She was missing the perfect winter lighting to top it all off, this would have been perfect weather for an instagram shoot. “Why is it always me?” She spat at nothing in particular, brow furrowed.
Diagon Alley still baffled Ted. It was only by sheer DUMB luck that he managed to navigate his way through, over the cobbled streets and through the crowds of people in robes. He shuffled past a group congregated in front of the Quidditch store, allowing a smile to grow as he avoided standing on people’s shoes. “By Merlin’s left sock, it shouldn’t be this difficult to get a book of fairy tales…” He nodded at the woman who was exiting the book store, holding the door open for him before he collided with another body. “Oh — Merlin, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
As usual, Rita had been walking along, phone in hand. It was pretty much impossible to find her separated from it. Ever. She was heading to the book store, not a place she frequented, but apparently there were some things even the internet didn’t know. Distracted as she stepped through the doorway, she barrelled straight into someone, dropping her phone on the floor and hearing an ominous crack that heralded the arrival of a terrible mood. “What the hell!” She exclaimed, immediately reaching down to grab the phone. “Don’t you know how expensive that is to fix.”
“I’m fine,” Ed grumbled, one hand pulling the pillow closer to his chest, the other shielding his eyes from the sun. “Who turned on the sun?” Rubbing at his eyes, he scoffed, sitting upright. “Wait, where the fuck am I?” He mumbled, not knowing where he ended up after the amount of drinks he had consumed.
There was no way Rita should have been awake, and yet, here she was. The groan that left her throat was in no way attractive, and if the hair plastered to her face was any indication, neither was her appearance. She rolled onto her side, suddenly aware that her position on the armchair was not all that comfortable. Her ears tuned in to hear someone mumbling about something or other. “ Just go back to sleep.” She muttered, brushing the hair back from her plastered cheek. No one should be up this time in the morning.
Virginia Gardner photographed by Gilles Bensimon for Maxim USA (March 2016)
