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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2019 19:42:22 GMT -7
19 april, 2025
It was Oscar's birthday. His nineteenth birthday, to be exact. It was an occasion that probably warranted celebration, so Oscar had taken the day off from his work assignment so he could explore some of Wizarding Britain. While in Diagon Alley he had seen a flier for a flower festival, and decided that was as good a place as any to wander around. He found himself getting a headache from staying in Diagon Alley for too long, anyways, though he couldn't place why that was. Sure, the place was loud, but it was no louder than any other locale he frequented. Still, random headaches had been happening to him for the past few months - it seemed like the strangest things triggered them, and Oscar couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with the feeling he constantly had, that something was missing.
The throbbing in his temples had abated slightly when he Apparated to the location of the festival, which was a welcome relief. He adjusted his robes slightly before moving towards the area where there were vendors. The small apartment he was in for the week he was in Britain was rather drab, and maybe some flowers would liven it up. It could be his birthday present to himself, since he didn't want (or particularly need) anything else. Except for maybe a little peace, but if that was something he could give himself, Oscar wouldn't have bothered waiting for his birthday to do it. He meandered closer to the vendors, turning down an aisle full of flowers.
The flowers were beautiful, but they weren't what immediately drew Oscar's attention. Ahead of him was a woman - a woman with red hair. Oscar's brow furrowed slightly. Along with the emptiness in his head there were just snatches of picture - figures dancing behind a veil, just out of his reach. One of the most common ones he saw was red hair whirling past him. Red hair in sunlight, red hair in moonlight, red hair in candlelight - but always red hair. That exact shade of red hair. He wanted to step forward, to ask the woman who she was and why on earth he felt like he knew her, but that would just be strange, wouldn't it? Instead, he stared.