A Tick of the Clock
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Few sights rival Diagon Alley at sunset. Luna savored the way red and orange draped themselves over the various magicals threading through the street. Taking an absentminded spoonful of rainbow sherbet, her eyes followed alley-goers. Teens waving goodbye, mothers herding children, couples laughing, and loners slipping between with practiced ease. The lifeblood of our world.
For a moment, her thoughts strayed backwards. To quick glances, narrowed eyes, purchases and precious ones close. That time has passed, she reminded herself, the memories slipping away. Laughter caught her attention, and her eyes were quick to see a pair of men turn the corner.
The first wore robes of rich cut and quality, the second more commercial - having seen use from selling books in Flourish and Blotts. His name escaped her. The former carried a book, gold lettering barely visible. A red leather cover, worn and scratched.
They move closer, and she made an educated guess. Satisfaction flared when she confirmed the title, smiling at the pair without conscious thought. Then the alley swallowed them, and her eyes turned to other points of interest.
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Brough to you by the letter D
Quick Note: This collection of drabbles was written thanks to the Alphabet soup challenge from Namna-dono.
