—seafoamheart.

“You know, wizards have finally come around to coffee but I’ve got to say, nothing beats the muggle stuff.”

Dominique scrunched her nose up at his coffee cup, “That stuff literally tastes like dirt, Declan. The only muggle coffee I would ever drink is those cute little frappuccinos that the muggles make at Starbu- Star something. ”

      “How you break my heart, Dom. All I ever wanted was for you to sign my poster so I could tell all my friends that I know a superstar.”

Dom was quick to crash into him, wrapping him up in a tight hug. “Alby! I’ll give you as manyy as you want as long as you tell me how much you missed me.”

Always fond of the element of surprise, or maybe just because he was a plain drama queen, Ryder sneaked up behind her. “Well, I won’t complain about signing body parts, but I’d really just rather have a stamp. Hi, Dom.”

Dom jumped at his voice but met him with a fond smile. “Hey! Usually stamps are five galleon but for you it’ll be a hundred. --I can’t believe I’m going to say this but I’m really happy to see you! How have you been?”

“And then, this lady sent me a Howler because I told her to confront her boyfriend and he ended up breaking things off with her—and it’s like, obviously my advice isn’t always perfect but really, she’s probably better off without him anyway, don’t you think?” Annette shook her head, “Feeling responsible for the relationship success of the readers of Witch Weekly is so hard sometimes.”

“Perhaps just throw away all the red envelopes in the future?” Dom shrugged, “But totes not your fault the guy broke up with her. Maybe she was extra anyways.”