An English Muffin
Disclaimer: I'm American… how could you even think I own Harry Potter? I just like to make the characters do incredibly strange and/or stupid things. Go me!
It was the middle of December. The absolute worst time of year to work in a diner. People were every where, all at once and the skimpy dresses were not the easiest things to walk in. Of course, she got to see him everyday.
That was the only good thing about the entire thing. He would walk in everyday at exactly eight o' five, sit down at the table in the corner and smile at her. The smile would light up his eyes and send shivers down her spine. After about five minutes, she would work up the nerve to go ask for his order. Everyone knew not to try to take his order. Only she was allowed to do it.
He would always order the same thing. A cup of coffee, an English muffin and scrambled eggs. It was the only thing constant in her life. When she brought it out for him, he would put three packets of sugar in his coffee and then call her back over. He would demand some honey and send her scurrying off.
As soon as she had delivered the honey, someone would call her away. He would butter his English muffin and then, as soon as the other person was done ordering, call her back, asking if she would like half. They would argue, it was his breakfast after all and she had to work. He would say, I won't eat it then. Take it back. She would sigh, sit down and grab half of the muffin. He would smile and start to eat his eggs.
They would sit in silence for several minutes, then he would ask how her family was. After a few minutes of small talk he would finish the eggs and she her muffin. Someone else would demand her attention and off she would go again. By the time she could return to his table, he would be done and asking for the bill. She would bring it to him, he would pay and stand. Then he would smile, tell her he looked forward to seeing her tomorrow and disappear.
Without fail, he was always there minus a day every once in a while which she allowed. One day she would ask him why he always came to that diner. He hadn't lived near by in at least three years. One day…
Ginny Weasley was head over heels in love with the man who frequented her diner. She was also absolutely sure he didn't feel the same way. He, of course, was with another woman. She wished them both happiness and took his once a day visit as a gift from God. Little did she know…
To Be Continued…