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sweetpinkpixie · 10-20-2025, 11:32 AM

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Originally Posted by squidnie

It was… weird to be back, to say the least. Anna Keller had spent the better part of the day walking up and down and back up Diagon Alley, re-acclimating herself and dredging up memories. Most of them were positive, though colored as they were by at least thirteen years of life separating her from them.

On what she thought was her likely last pass of the day, she’d gotten herself a tea to-go from the espresso place and wandered back toward the Leaky Cauldron. She didn’t feel like leaving, though. She wasn’t sure where she was staying tonight. Maybe she’d stay at the Cauldron? Or take the Knight Bus somewhere. Or even find a muggle hotel. Before that, though, she was considering getting a tattoo.

She sat down on a bench near enough to the tattoo shop, holding her to-go cup with both hands and sipping her tea carefully as she considered her options.

Noah had just stepped out of Flourish & Blotts, his hands full with purchases, when he caught sight of her.

For a moment, he froze, as though time had stilled in the middle of Diagon Alley. The tilt of her head, the way she sipped her beverage, the casual arc of her gaze... they were all the same and yet elevated from those nights gathered around the Ravenclaw table for meals. So many memories flooded back in an instant that he stumbled midstride, pausing to regain his footing so there wouldn't be another trip to St. Mungo's this month.

He let himself breathe, then stepped closer, his voice quiet but steady.

"A-A-Anna?"

He smiled faintly, an awkward, fond grin, and ran a hand through his ginger hair while balancing his bundle in the other hand. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed just the simplicity of her presence.

And if that wasn't her, well, there was going to be a Noah sized hold in the nearest store window.

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