Today was an exception to the rule. Today the sun was actually shining, not a cloud in the sky, a soft cooling breeze in the uncommon blistering heat and even though Antonin had decided to leave work early for today, he still had taken the detour into Diagon Alley to go to a bookshop and had now ended up sitting outside a small quiet cafe having a cup of tea all by himself. Itw as nice, just people watching, but never letting his guard down for a minute. He would openly sneer at people that looked just a bit too rugged or of whom he knew to be of a lower blood status than him. But the sun was shining and he’d had a surprisingly good day at work so there was no need to pick a fight.
That was, of course, until everything changed and someone decided to invade the small bubble of privacy he had created for himself at this very table. Head tilted back a bit and followed a row of long legs and a tall body to see who dared to invade his privacy. It was a familiar face, not that he had ever done more than glanced at a photo, and a few years had made no difference in his appearance. Glancing around he noticed a few open seats and his eyes landed on the man again. “I must be looking dangerously handsome today, seeing as I attract strangers.” His voice was forced calm and the smile a bit tense. Though he had spent many years in England, his accent was still prominent when he spoke. “Something wrong with all these other tables? They’re not up to your -” he paused as he gave him a once over. Definitely not in Antonin’s own standards. “- standards?” he drawled, indicating very clearly what he thought of the man’s state, no matter if he was dressed nicely or not, it was nothing compared to the state of his own fancy robes.