London was a dream. Arjun, outside of quidditch things, had found himself utilising disguises and taking himself out on walks around the city. Not today, as he was with Raju and out of the two of them.. he was the least known. He could get away with pretending to be a fan if they were seen or swarmed. Hands in his pockets, he smiled at the woman working there.
"Quidditch ice cream? Explain." There was a please somewhere in his body language, just unspoken.
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