brewing up a storm | edgar and alice
Dark clouds were scattered throughout the gloomy sky and the wind loudly whistled through the swaying trees; it was clear that a storm was imminent. The thought brought a small smile to Edgar’s face as he strolled casually down the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley. After a particularly strenuous visit to Flourish and Blotts, it seemed the day was looking up. The smile worked its way up to a fully fledged grin when he saw that there was no line in his favourite coffee shop. He pushed the door open with one hand, the other clutching a precarious pile of books that hadn't fit in his worn-down satchel.
After ordering, Edgar scanned the room for the best place to settle down. He hoped to finish at least one of the books in the pile so a comfy chair was a bona fide necessity. Instead of the optimum seating area, however, his eyes fell upon a familiar face. There was Alice Prewett, working her way on stuffing as much sugar as possible into a single mug. He grimaced ever so slightly, but made his way to her table. Edgar had a knack for recognising when others were in distress, even if he was completely oblivious to most other things.
“Hi Alice.” He started bluntly, but with a softer tone than he would normally use. “May I sit?” The question was somewhat redundant, as he carefully lay down his belongings and made himself comfortable before waiting for an answer. “How have you been?” Deliberately vague, Edgar didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by being invasive. No, it would be better for Alice to open up in her own time. He picked up his own drink, savouring the warm liquid as it melted down his throat; he would certainly need the calming sensation to get through the conversation in one piece.
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