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Originally Posted by SweetPeea  Maggie had only meant to stop in for a minute.
The Leaky Cauldron felt familiar the moment she stepped inside, warm wood, low chatter, the kind of place that remembered people. She offered a quick smile towards the bar, caught a curious glance or two, and then her attention snagged.
Oh.
That made sense.
Sunglasses pushed into his hair, tea in hand, posture relaxed in a way that spoke of someone used to being noticed and choosing not to care. Quidditch players always carried themselves like that. Jasper had, once. The thought tugged a knowing curve at her mouth.
She adjusted the strap of her bag, not nerves, just intention, and crossed the room, aware of the subtle looks that followed her. She didn’t rush. Didn’t pretend not to notice.
Stopping beside his table, Maggie tilted her head slightly, eyes flicking over him before meeting his gaze, warm and openly curious. “Please tell me I’m not interrupting something profound,” she said lightly, gesturing to his tea. “Because I’d hate to ruin a perfectly good moment of brooding.”
Her thumb hooked toward the empty chair, already half-claiming it. “I was only stopping in for a drink,” she added, smile slow, “but it feels a bit silly to pretend I didn’t see you.” Letting out an amused smirk at the thought. “So, mind if I join you, Lio? Or should we sit apart and let the room speculate?” Lost in thought and the scent of the tea, Lio's attention was diverted away from noticing the people coming and going, so there was a blink of surprise when a voice spoke next to his table. The brief surprise quickly morphed into a smile when he recognized who it was.
Jasper's little sister, Margaret. A pleasant surprise.
"You know me, always love a moment to brood," he replied, his tone teasing. He was hardly the brooding type, at least in his own opinion.
Well - except about his feelings for Emma, he supposed. But even then, he didn't think he brooded, he just...er, couldn't think of the word for it. But there was one, surely. Heh.
His expression matched the amusement on hers. "Well, I imagine the room will speculate whether we sit together or apart," he answered, "so I'd say we might as well have a drink together. Far more fun that way." Though he had come here with the intention of alone time, he wouldn't mind her company.
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