The sun was out, the birds were chirping, and children were yelling and laughing...Caradoc Dearborn was living his nightmare. With his coat collar up and covering half his face, his hat tipped low and the rest of his features obscured by his dark glasses, he couldn't believe he was up at this ungodly hour after the revelries of Friday night with a few vampires from Bucharest. A sudden delivery had come in for him at Borgin & Burkes so he had hauled his carcass to Diagon Alley from where he planned to make a swift exit into Knockturn.
But the "swift exit" ended up in a collision with Clorinda Hopkirk, who was entirely too perky and too clothed for him in that moment.
"Oh, gods and monsters, let it be night soon," he grumbled as he pulled back and lowered his glasses. And then, a flash of a grin. "I never thought it would come to this. You and me. Meeting for brunch?"