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After a long shift at St. Mungo's, he relished the thought of taking the scenic route home, allowing himself to unwind before retreating to the flat above Scribbulus Writing Implements. The hustle of the hospital had drained his energy today, and he craved a few moments of peace. Dafydd stepped through the arched doorway of the Leaky Cauldron, leaving the vibrant chatter of patrons inside and the faint aroma of butterbeer.
His eyes scanned the familiar sights as he walked into the courtyard. He had always appreciated what one of the previous owners of the pub had done with the space, transforming it into a cosy little nook that welcomed both locals and visitors alike. He recalled the few occasions from his youth when he had frolicked through the little garden and peered down at the koi swimming lazily in the pond. Taking this path again allowed him to soak in the nostalgia of it all.
It was then that he spotted a figure, a quill poised over a journal, completely absorbed in her artwork. For a moment, Daf thought nothing of it and was planning on casually passing by in silence. But then he did a doubletake, his heart leaping when he recognised particular features he hadn't seen since ... Merlin, it has been years since they last crossed paths, when they were just little kids running around Hogwarts.
"Quinn?" he called out. "Is that you?"
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