Freedom || Anthora
"No, youâve ruined the moment." He teased as they walked down the stairs. "Yeah, I guess youâre right. It does sound a little weird to say âourâ place. But, I mean, it is our place. And, well, you know, Nateâs when he gets pissed drunk and I donât let him go home.â He chuckles as they made it down to the main floor. âThat sounds perfect, actually. We donât need to walk past the bookstore and have the owner catch him out with you.â He stopped slightly at the door when he heard her, trying to understand if he had heard her right and if that wink was on purpose. âDid you justâŠ? Whoa, Iâve definitely changed you.â He playfully stuck his tongue out before moving out of the way to let people get into the Leaky Cauldron.
"You've ruined me, Anthony." Flora replied dramatically. "How will I ever be married off to a suitable man now?" She giggled and all but skipped down the street. "In all honesty, though, it doesn't hurt to keep you on your toes occasionally, and I've missed you." She felt like she hadn't seen him in the longest time, especially during exam time. She'd wanted to do well to get her apprenticeship, so they barely saw each other during that time. "Should we just apparate home, then?"










