𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 // 𝕿. 𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊

𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 ᵖᵗ'¹

November, 1944
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A cold day in november.

Saturday morning; Tom and I got ready to go to the Diagon Alley.

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"Are you ready?", he asked, starring at the page of his book.

"Yes."

Suddenly his gaze met mine; a small smile gracing his reddish lips. He moves to the door, opening it. His hands gesturing for me to go first. I smile at him.

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୨Diagon Alley୧

Almost there. A sound leaving Tom's mouth, almost like a snort.

"Why are you smirking?", I ask genuinly interested in the reason.

A few more meters. His hand slides around mine, our fingers intertwined at the moment.

"Nothing, really. Where do we go first?", he smiled cheekily.

I give him a suspicious look, but quickly afterwards answer.

"Flourish and Blotts!"

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୨Flourish and Blotts୧

I hold onto his arm. The first few minutes after entering we both part ways. Him to the dark magic section and me looking around for novels of my interest.

Some minutes passed. I look around the bookstore searching for him, until something catches my attention.

To be continued..

୨♡୧
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1. What do you think might happen?

2. Any wishes for one shots?

Stay hydrated, Besties🥛

(200 words)