Pansy spots him between two shelves of different kinds of cereals and chocolate bars, in the corner shop where she used to get free lollies as a child. He's even taller than she remembers him and has fine muscles on his nape that stand out in the fake halogen light of the shop. A navy plastic shopper basket dangles from his arm; in it a milk carton, some Oreo's and half a loaf of bread. She spots just the tip of black faded ink on his nape, a part of a tattoo that she almost forgot about.
There's a gut-wrenching feeling in her stomach that makes her want to throw up when bile rises in her throat that floods her mouth tasting of something particular sour and bitter. It's pathetic. Then Harry turns around and his green eyes pierce through hers.
She trips over her feet and runs off.