A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Word Count: 587

Glass windows

looking out onto a busy street,

he spends most his time staring

outside, dreaming of meeting

the one person who could complete his

world.

Names scribbled on cups.

Mochas, lattes, a tea here and there.

The door chimes, the little brass bell

smacking against the glass.

He looks up, another customer,

another drink order.

Back to staring out the window,

back to daydreaming about

life and love.

The bell is a constant now,

the local uni's getting ready for exams

and the students need their caffeine fixes.

Then, like a beam of light parting the darkness,

parting the crowd of giggling girls,

parting the students is a man.

He's elegant in black slacks,

an emerald button down shirt.

There's a diamond pin in his black tie.

His shoes shine in the flouresent lights.

Suddenly Ted's slack jawed, staring

at the man's long blond hair,

pulled back and wrapped with a

green and black cord.

Everything about him screams

money, screams exceptionalness.

He orders, a large coffee,

only cream and sugar,

none of the frou-frou sugary

poppycock the students favor.

Ted's trying not to stare as he

pours the drink, adds the sugar,

the cream.

He knows he'll never see this man

again, that this can't be real,

he's never felt this way about anyone,

he's never believed in love at first sight,

but still,

what else could he call the feeling in his

heart, his stomach, the fact he wants to

reach out and touch the man's hair.

The man takes his coffee, taking a long drink.

He looks at Ted, his grey eyes meeting Ted's brown ones

"Perfect," he declares before leaving the shop.

Ted watches his blond head bob and weave through the

crowd outside, watches him walk out of sight.

His heart sinks, knowing he's lost his only chance.

The man will never return, he knows that,

a chance encounter, that's all it was.

The next day, opening the door

unlocking everything,

setting up everything.

Ted's not expecting anything new

today, not expecting anything

more than the surge of students to

continue.

They run out of caramel at noon.

Ted's fielding requests right and left,

the door chimes again.

His temper flares, but he squashes it

no sense in being mad.

His eyes turn to the door.

His mouth nearly falls open.

He's here again!

This time in charcoal slacks,

a lavender shirt with a deep amethyst tie,

a small silver stud glitters from the tie.

Polished shoes, same as the day before.

Long blond hair pulled back,

wrapped in silver, purple and grey cords.

He walks over to the counter.

"Good morning."

Coffee, with cream and sugar

Ted's bolder today, not as stunned by his beauty.

"Name?"

"Lucius," he purrs.

Ted's pouring, stirring. Lucius, the angel has a name

Lucius.

He watches Lucius take a drink, smiling broudly.

He turns to leave and spins around, walking back to

the counter.

"Forget something?"

Lucius merely nods, looking Ted in the eyes.

"Your number," he drawls. Ted's cheeks flare red as he

grabs a pen, scribbling the number on a

brown napkin before handing it to Lucius.

"I'll call you tonight," he promises, giving Ted one last look,

before stepping out of the shop and

being swallowed by the crowd.

Ted smiles all day, unable to believe

his luck, unable to believe it's been real.

Lucius was real, he had his number,

and tonight, he might finally

start on his path to his happily

ever after.