When: two days after New Years
Where: coffee shop in Diagon Alley
Who: open
It was only nine thirty and Victoria had already been to the gym to work out with her personal trainer, had taken a phone interview with Vogue and answered several emails in between. Her day wasn’t over yet, she had a photoshoot with Witch Weekly later that afternoon but she had a little bit of time to do some shopping and to get coffee on the way. She sent Dom a quick good morning text as she opened the door to the coffee shop and got into line.
When she got up to the counter she ordered her coffee, a latte with four pumps of espresso, paid, and then stepped aside, casually glancing down at the news stand. Alastor Moody and Suri Shacklebolt released from Azkaban. Anger bubbled in her stomach. She didn’t care much about the Shacklebolt girl, she couldn’t care less about her release. No, it was Alastor, Dom’s uncle, that she targeted her rage at. It was his fault that Dom went to Azkaban, his fault that his nephew had spent the last decade in Azkaban, alone and tortured. Victoria could never forgive what he had done to Dominic, and she had personally been glad to see him thrown in Azkaban. It had pained her when Rodolphus finally gave in to the pressures and ordered their release, even if she could understand why he did what he did.
Victoria turned away from the news, her lips pursed as she glanced down at her phone. She had to let it go. But it made her angry for Dom’s sake. She looked up just in time to see someone grabbing her coffee from the counter. “I believe that that is mine,” Victoria spoke up, gesturing to the coffee in the other’s hand. “Unless your name is Victoria too, in which case that would be a pretty big coincidence.”
It was only 9:30 and Regulus wanted to go back to sleep. It had been a long few days, that had mostly been stressful, thought at least there had been some silver lining. He glanced at the news stand as he walked inside the coffee shop. Alastor Moody and Suri Shacklebolt released from Azkaban. He smiled to himself, knowing how much work the Order- or rather, The Rising, had done to make that happen. It was worth being a little tired.
He ordered a double shot latte with sugar, and stepped aside, scrolling through his phone. He sent Helena a quick text, knowing she’d would already be at work and right in the thick of the aftermath of Rodolphus ordering Suri & Alastor’s release. He worried about her more now, but he also knew she could handle himself.
He became aware of eyes on him, and looking up he noticed one of the baristas staring intently at him. He looked back at his phone for a few moments, before looking back up. She was still staring at him, and he suddenly wondered if his order had been called. There was a coffee cup sitting on the bench, and he walked towards it, picking it up to check the name. Just as he read the name ‘Victoria’, he heard a voice from behind him. He recognised Victoria Delacour, and understanding flashed on his features. “That would be a pretty big coincidence, but you’re right, this is yours.” he said, giving her a sheepish smile as he offered her the coffee “My bad, I got distracted and thought they’d called my name.” he explained, as he put his phone in his pocket “How have you been Victoria?”