Prompt: Sugar
Word Count: 282
Summary: He appears where he is needed.
No one remembers when the Ice Cream store in Diagon Alley opened. Sure, they all know when the sign says the store started and all witches, wizards, and wixen old enough pretend to remember it.
None of the stories agree on all the details of any other. Not about which flavors were offered originally, not about the interior design – or the exterior one for that matter – nor about which season it had been. They even argue about the year on the sign.
That is because the shop is no ordinary shop, even by magical standards. This is not a thing that is even really hidden in the shop, but still not something that
Florean Fortescue isn't simply a magical human, no. He's something else. There's no name for what he is, at least none that he knows. Nor does he know if there is anyone else like him. He and his shop were simply there one day.
And 'there' does not only mean Diagon Alley itself. His shop is usually there, yes, but not always. He is where he is expected, but also where he is needed.
Every single customer that enters his shop requires something more than just ice cream from him – though he does make great ice cream. They need a few kind words, a smile, or some advice. And, even though Florean hasn't seen all that much of the world outside of his shop, he gives excellent advice. He doesn't even usually know what he is going to say until he is saying it. It's just what he does and he is good at it.
He can't imagine any other thing he would want to do with his existence.