It was a bookstore, as normal as any. A "Barnes and Nobel", in fact. Smells of fresh-ground coffee and baked treats waifted over the store, absentminded shoppers mingled in the aisles browsing the books. Outside, the grey sky and hard winter rain made the warm bookstore appealing. It was perfect weather to curl up with a book.
Entering from the rain, a large and soaking wet figure came in. Shaking his umbrella off and leaving it by the door, his black trenchcoat dripped a few last raindrops before he entered. Matted by the humidity, his black hair was cut long, bangs in need of a trim and completely covering his forhead. His green eyes surveyed the kalideoscope of books through a pair of stylish, ovaline glasses.
No one really took great notice of him. A few peeled thier eyes away from the books they were flipping through to mentally fit him into some sterotype (Teenage male Goth, for the most part - it was a black trenchcoat after all, and he didn't look older than 20). All were too interested in thier coffee or books to really inspect him closely.
He smiled. Just what he wanted. Striding over to a display, he regarded it with amusement. It was a bookshelf of books in a series, each bearing a golden, shining logo with the corner of a letter turned into a lightningbolt. "Harry Potter". The stranger chuckled as he flipped through a book, reading bits and pieces here and there. Still smiling, though kindly now (he hoped no one noticed the tear in his eye) he put the book down.
He left. No one really took great notice.
As the harsh rain and wind beat against him, he turned his collar up. He was still smiling to himself. Glad there was nobody around to hear him, he remarked aloud to the screeching gale.
"So Rita Skeeter found her muse..."
AN: A short write. Not actually truthful, but I suppose this could be hidden humor. I think Mrs. Rowling would enjoy it if she ever read it. I own nothing 'cept the theory this story rides on. Kind of like "George Lucas in Love"... don't you think? I'm happy with it though.
In case you didn't get it, the stranger is Harry and the rest is obvious.
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