Harry didnât function without his morning coffee. It started off as a way to get refreshed until it became a proper routine. The line had been long this morning, but finally it was his turn to order. The baristas worked fast, and soon enough he had his chocolate muffin and cappuccino ready to go. But as soon as he turned away from the counter his entire body froze in place. The woman two people behind him looked all too familiar. In his frozen spot, he tried to piece together where she could know her from. Was she a fellow student? Someone who worked in the Ministry? Did he see her picture in the Daily Prophet? Who could she be? But then it hit him like a ton of bricks and he opened his mouth to speak in a shaky and raspy voice, âM-mum?â
Lily had a feeling that someone was watching her. She had stopped being suspicious about other people a long time ago, after all there was no war in Wintervale. And yet she couldnât shake the strange feeling. She tried not to be too obvious when she raised her head to look around. And yet he was. There was a boy, no, a young man, maybe even around her own age, looking right at her. She blinked, not being sure what was his reasoning behind it. While she was staring back at him, she felt uneasy, like she was missing something... she noticed his dark, messy hair, his face so similar to Jamesâ, and then.. No she had to be wrong. It seemed like... It seemed like his eyes were the same colour as her own eyes. But that was impossible, surely she was mistaken. And then he spoke up. Lily forgot how to breathe. She could not comprehend how, what, why... She blinked again, shouting at herself to open her damn mouth, to speak up too. âHarry,â she managed to rasp. She didnât know how she found the strength to say anything, but she certainly had nothing left to make herself make a step towards him, even if she wanted nothing more to do.
