Taking Notice
@potter-h
Every morning, Pansy took her tea while standing on the balcony of her flat above Pensèe, her Diagon Alley robes shoppe. Witnessing the streets come to life not only brought her calm, watching the passing witches also helped her keep updated on everyday trends and fashion.
Pansy had performed this morning ritual since re-entering the Wizarding world eight months prior and she’d done it so consistently that she now recognized schedules and people who passed. Each seemed so busy with their lives below that none glanced upwards to discover her.
Except, one day, today, someone stopped and looked up.
Pansy startled and began to lift a hand in greeting but her movement halted midway. She let out a soft gasp, realizing she knew the wizard with the disastrously mussed hair and the round spectacles that caught the morning light. Her heart skipped a beat. They hadn’t spoken since she’d offered him up to Voldemort on that last day that irrefutably changed her world.
And when she’d returned, it seemed as if he was everywhere, on every magazine, in ever paper- but yet no where. Pansy had often wondered when she’d see him in person again.
And now, he stood just below her balcony and he’d paused long enough to notice her.
Potter.
