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Where: Rosa Lee TeabagÂ
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Edgar fixed his glasses as he read over the daily prophet. The paper was sprawled across his tiny table, his cream-cheese bagel and oat milk latte scattered across the pages like feature images.Â
He was reading an article about medical advances at St. Mungoâs when someone bumped into his table, spilling the coffee all over the writing. The words tried to scurry across the page but were bound by the article box they were trapped in.Â
âUh excuse me.â he said, slightly annoyed. âCould you maybe watch out next time?â Whilst Edgar was slowly getting accustomed to loosing Amelia, he was still more edgy than usual.Â
âFeckinâ shite on goblins arse-â Sersh grumbled as she fell over her feet - something not out of the ordinary for her - and sent the cup of orange and cinnamon tea sheâd just bought into the air and in her attempt to catch the cup and keep the written papers in her hand safe sheâd accidentally caught her foot on Edgarâs table sending her straight down onto her arse and the cup with it. âMaybe ye need to stop actinâ so peeved when someone goes arse over tit, we all canât be feckinâ Delacours ye know-â The blonde mumbled that was until her eyes pulled up to who was talking and she immediately regretting her words. âFeckinâ shite- sorry Edgar. Didnât realise it was ye-â She back tracked sheepishly. Pulling her wand out and tapping his newspaper lightly with a drying charm - one that frankly she used far more than sheâd care to admit - to try his newpaper as if it were brand new. Only then picking up the broken pieces of china to put on the table. âWhat ye readinâ ay?â
















