A year had passed since the war, slowly things had returned to a sibilance of normal, Susan had decided after her shift at the hospital she wasn’t ready to go home yet, so she went to Diagon alley-- it looked almost as it had before, shop owners had returned and the streets were bustling, there was one shop that she wanted to go to though, a joke shop ran by one of the remaining Weasley’s-- the bell above the door announced her entrance and a familiar redhead walked into her line of vision. “George” Susan greeted, a small smile on her lips as her green eyes studied his face. “You look well, how’s business?”

“You look so much like a man I use to know” Susan tilted her head as much as her crown would allow, looking the man over with a confused frown. He looked like Caspian-- but he couldn’t be him, the Caspian she knew was long since dead, he and his wife Lilliandil left behind only their children. “I am Queen Susan of Narnia-- who might you be?”

“Oh-- hello ! I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here” the gentle queen nearly jumped when she rounded to corner to the throne room, hoping for some alone time to collect herself before the afternoon meeting started. This was so much of her life these days, meetings and stress “were we expecting you?” Susan was racking her brain to see if she had forgotten about any visitors that were to be coming.

“It’s being predicted that this winter will be a harsh one-- will you and the others have a safe place to go?” Susan was walking the water line this day, she had tended to most of her duties that morning, so she had stolen a brief time for herself, ending with her sitting on a rock, chatting happily with a selkie, the cool breeze from the ocean rustling her long dark curls. 

“When they told me we had a war hero here to be patched up, I assumed it was Neville or Luna-- really Harry, I thought you left your wound prone self back at school” Susan greeted Harry with a kind smile, dressed in healers robes, she carried a wooden clipboard with his charts on it. She had seen him on and off throughout the years, as she had many of her classmates-- but this was the first time she had been tasked with healing him. “What landed you in here today?” 

“Oh no-- I couldn’t this is your business” Susan replied, eyes wide as she looked up at George. She wanted to pay him for the pet, they weren't cheap and they were in high demand. Her face did soften though as she studied his face, she had truly forgotten how handsome he was. The ball of fur was happily curled in her cupped hands now, making a noise of contentment. “I’ll accept this gift, but only if you let me buy you a butterbeer tonight.”  She left no question as to what was going to happen.  “I would very much like to get dinner with you tonight-- what time do you close for the day?” The redhead had an idea of where she would like to take him if the hour wasn’t too late. If it was-- well perhaps she could have him over to her flat and they could whip something up there. 

“I could never hex you-- and you could never annoy me” Susan replied softly, her hand finding his on her cheek, lacing their fingers. “I wish you had chased me down that night, it would have saved both of us some time.”

Apparently Susan just screamed lonely these days, maybe that was why her friends decided to set her up. She had to admit she hadn’t had a real date since fourth year and even then it was only because of that stupid ball. But she hadn’t been too worried until she was approached and given a place to be over the summer and a time to be there. So with a sigh, she put on a nice dress and arrived a bit early, taking a seat on the patio, she ordered herself a milkshake and waited, wondering if she might end up stood up.