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Oct 29, 2017 15:48:35 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2017 15:48:35 GMT -7
May was coming to a close with only today left, and she was glad for it. The month had been long and arduous, with ten days spent in the Hospital. Yesterday she had got a job, the day before an apartment, and today she was finally going to sit down at this Leaky Cauldron she had heard so much about to have a drink and make first contact with whatever British babe she happened to see first.
She had been sitting at a table nursing a firewhisky for about twenty minutes when he came down the stairs. Her lips grew into a smile, and she had acquired her target. She stood, slowly walking toward him (still getting used to a new an improved limp) and then picking up the pace, walking toward the bar, until their shoulders bumped. "Oh! I'm so sorry," she said, turning toward him with her big eyelashes. "Wait... you were at Hogwarts this semester," she remembered. Her Swedish accent was strong so it would be easy for him to guess that she wasn't technically from his school.
@philiplongbottom
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