to be quite honest, despite the year harry had already spent in new york with cece, he hadn’t spent as much time with her cousin as he’d liked to. the more he knew about the woman he loved — the woman who would soon enough be his wife —and the people she loved, the better. and despite this wishful thinking, the man wasn’t entirely sure whether or not rose approved of him, and for some reason, he found their opinion very important. it was most likely because they were cecelia’s geographically closest relative, which really helped remind him of cece’s status.
but there he was, knocking on the door to their office at nyu, small tub of loose tea in hand. “hey there, professor windsor. are you available?”
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