"Miss," The man in front of the counter asked softly. "Miss?"

"MISS" I looked up to see an elderly wizard looking at me. He held a cupcake in my face, he was frowning.

"Sorry, I tend to zone out." I was leaning over the counter of my bakery, absentmindedly staring into the distance. "How may I help you?" I straightened up to emphasize I was ready for business.

"I found this in your cupcakes." He opened the hand that wasn't shoved in my face. On his palm rested a ring. My body jolted, I gazed at the couple in the corner. The male part of the couple looked unpleased and impatient.

"I'm so sorry that was for another costumer." I grabbed the ring, running into the back of the bakery I grabbed two champagne glasses. I chucked the ring into one and poured pink tinted champagne over it. Nonchalantly I strutted out to the couple. I put the one with the ring in front of the lady and one in front of the man. He stared up at me with questionable eyes. His hair was bright red; I was quite blinded as I looked down at him.

"Ron, are you even listening to me?" she asked shrilly, he moved his head to get back into the conversation. I walked away from the table, counting down from ten in my head. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two.

"Ron! I can't believe you!" she had tears in her eyes, she was laughing happily. "Yes, of course yes!" He looked relieved, but a little taken back by the woman reaction. She leaned over the table and kissed him straight on the lips. Her bushy brown hair swayed as she moved back. I couldn't help but smile, I loved happy endings. They got up and quietly (I don't know how they did this quietly, because they had caused a scene) left my bakery. They were only eighteen and getting engaged, I myself was twenty-three and still wasn't married.

The people around were all a bit elated, but for one person. This person sat in my bakery everyday, always looking unpleasant. Cleaning up all the tables took a long time, so everyday I would clear his last. Most times I didn't even make eye contact with him, let alone speak to him. I hadn't spoken to him for two years. I picked up his coffee cup and a small plate.

"That could've been us you know," he sat up quickly, "We would have been happily married, maybe even a kid." I ignored him hastily, I sponged the table. The water bubbled and foamed. A rush of air hit my face, he was gone. 'Ferdinand Duke Musking, he just trying to apologize' my mind spoke to my self.

Ferdinand Duke Musking, yeah it's a funny name, but I didn't pick it. My parents didn't realize that I was going to be a girl, so they hadn't thought of any girl names; I kept the boy's name. My parents were a little cuckoo, my mother owned a bookshop (the same one she had owned for eight years) and my father was the team manager of the Montrose Magpies. He had been Captain all through my Hogwarts years, but you can't be thirty-seven and play quidditch, so they "promoted" him. He's been manager for five years now; I wonder when they will have to "promote" him again.

My watch read quarter of six, I had been cleaning for quite a long time. I shut the door of the shop and turned the lock.

"Already closing time?" a voice coldly laced my ears. I turned my head to see my best friend Leanne. She was the definition of beauty, her black hair rolled down her back and her blazing blue eyes captured people. Her figure was not so great; she was a little large at her hips and a lot large at her bust. I thought she was perfectly fine, she did as well but her brother thought she was humongous. Blaise Zabini was a little bastard; I stated this about her brother many times a day.

"Yep," She laughed her shrieky laugh, "How was your day in auror training?" she was training to be an auror, which baffled me. When she first told McGonagall this, I had never seen McGonagall laugh so hard in my life. 'You see Leanne… I really don't know how to say this. The auror job, is a job where you protect the community form You-know-who.' Leanne looked confused, sitting there as a little sixth year. 'What are you getting at Professor?' 'Well, the Zabini- Your family has had a very long history in helping you-know-who.' 'Professor?' 'Yes, Leanne?' 'I want to fight against him, after all that he did to my father.' 'Okay Leanne, but you will have to work very hard.'

We walked into my apartment; a smell of fresh baked cookies greeted us as we put our coats away. My apartment always smelt like something sweet, that's what happens when you own a bakery. Why wasn't I an auror or something else that's magical? Because I failed everyone of my O.W.L.S. not on purpose but I was in Saint Mungo's the last semester of my fifth year. I had come to be there by a very awful quidditch accident, Fred weasley was playing beater for his second year, and swung his bat straight at my bat (I played beater my five years on the Slytherin Quidditch team, three of those years I was captain) and my bat slammed me in the neck. Even under magic I was in a very long coma. I wasn't allowed to redo them, because all the teachers were focused on something else, Harry Potter's first year at Hogwarts.

Clearly I didn't care because I wasn't too good at school anyways. As my friends said, I wasn't the brightest light bulb but I could make some damn good cookies. SO that was how I came to own an non-magical bakery.

"You okay Ferdinand?" Leanne looked over her shoulder at me. I just drifted in and out of the rest of our conversation.

O OO O

Laughing as I cleared away each table the next day, I had a light jump in my step. It was Friday, and tomorrow was my day off. I even smiled as I cleared my last and always last costumers table.

"I'm leaving." He looked up at me, as usual I ignored him. "Ferdinand? Why do you always ignore me?" Oliver Wood sat there with a puzzled expression on his face. "You said you forgave me." I took a deep breath.

"Oliver, I said I forgave you for cheating on me. It doesn't necessarily mean I have to talk to you." He looked astonished, his chair wriggled a bit under his weight. Sighing, I sat down across from him. "Oliver you need to do something with your life and stop moping around my shop. I'm obviously not the love of your life, so go find her." jumping up, he grabbed me and kissed me on the cheek.

"That's all I needed to hear," He skipped out the door. "Good-bye Ferdinand! It's been a nice five years." My mouth dropped to the floor. He spent an hour a day for two years, just for me to dump him? Well, Oliver had always been a very odd person. Leanne laughed as she stood in the doorway. Joining in, we were both on the floor laughing so hard our stomach's hurt.