WHO: Verity Weasley & Trevor Scabior WHAT: cousins meeting up again WHERE: Diagon Alley WHEN: 22 June 2003 WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: None/PG13 for cursing?/Ongoing
Thanks to Fred and George's new journal designs, the shops were experiencing a bump in business, people rushing in to get the latest new thing. On one hand, it was good, bringing customers (and money) in. But on the other... it made for a very long day. Waving to Fred and gesturing outside, Verity handed the register over and slipped through the crowd, out into the street.
Leaning against the shop window, she debated where to eat, trying to figure out what she was in the mood for when something caught her eye. Someone rather. A familiar figure weaving his way through the people enjoying the sunlit Alley.
It couldn't be.
Instinctively pushing off the wall, Verity followed the man, her mind not accepting what she was seeing. He was dead, wasn't he? She hadn't heard from him since before the Battle, not a word in five years. He had to be dead.
"Trevor?" she rushed ahead and caught up to him, grabbing his arm to stay him.