who: @narcisscsm where: some tea room in london when: approximately 11am on a tuesday
Black with a tablespoon of honey and a small squeeze of lemon juice. This was Edith’s tea of choice, rarely did she stray from it. Today was the same and she simply nodded to the waitress when asked if she’d like The Usual.
Upon the front page of the Prophet laying before her on the table was the smiling face of a young girl. She took a sharp breath as she read the accompanying headline: Young Witch and Muggle Parents Found Dead in Home, Death Eaters Suspected. Scarcely did a day go by where there wasn’t a news story about violence towards Muggle-borns or so-called ‘blood traitors’. Still, the frequency didn’t make it any less horrifying.
Sighing, Edith flipped the paper over. This was not a story she wished to read over tea and anyway, she would surely receive a more accurate account of the crime when she went into the office later that day, whether she wanted to hear it or not. With nothing else to hold her attention until her friend arrived and joined her, Edith gazed out the shop window as she sipped her tea. The Muggles walking pass payed no mind to her people-watching, to them there was no hint of a decadent tea room behind the broken and bordered up windows.
Edith smiled as she saw a familiar figure walk by the window and eventually through the door. “I ordered for you, your usual,” she gestured towards the cup on the opposite side of the table from her, “well, I think it is anyway.”