Who: Astoria Greengrass and Blaise Zabini. Where: Small restaurant. When: Early Monday morning. What: Astoria goes to Diagon Alley for breakfast and runs into Blaise. Status: In Progress. Rating: Low.
Astoria took in a deep breath of warm air to thaw out her frozen lungs as she entered her favorite little restaurant, tucked away in a corner of Diagon Alley. She had taken to eating there often after she started doing her school work from home. Her mother wasn't much of a cook and, while Astoria could fix something for herself, she was perfectly content eating out and had the means to do it, so she usually ate there a few times a week (or ordered food to go and took it back home). She pushed a few strands of hair that had blown into her face behind her ear as the glass door shut tightly behind her. Eduardo, the maitre d', greeted her with a smile and a small bow. She gave a small smile in return, heels clicking against the tile floor as she walked toward him. "Good morning, Miss Greengrass," he said. "Will you be eating in this morning?"
"Good morning, Eduardo. Yes, I'll be eating in," she answered. As soon as the words left her lips, he was behind her, helping her out of her coat before handing it off to a boy with light blond hair, instructing him to take it to the coat room as Eduardo led Astoria to her usual table, situated close enough to a window that she could see out but not so close that people would stare at her eating as they walked by.
"Your usual for breakfast, miss?" he asked, once he'd held out her chair and waited for her to be seated.
"That would be perfect, thank you," Astoria replied. He half-bowed his head before passing on her order to a waiter and then returning to his post at the door. Not more than a minute later, a young redheaded woman came over and set cup of hot tea in front of her before doing the same for the Ministry workers at the next table. They both nodded to her and she thought one looked familiar, maybe a colleague of her father's, so she gave a small smile in at acknowledgement before moving her attention away from from them.
Astoria shifted in her seat so that she was half-turned toward the window and watched the quiet street outside, only the occasional witch or wizard passing by as it was still too early for most people to be heading to work yet. She wrapped her hands around the warm cup and sipped her tea, the steam swirling up off of it to warm her face as she waited for her meal.