Epilogue
20-year-old Fred Weasley peered over his sunglassess suspiciously as the bell of the cafe door rang. A tall girl with very short blonde hair strode confidently to the counter. 2 feet from his own seat on the stool. "My usual, please." He knew that voice. That blonde girl's voice...where did he know her from? She certainly looked like a typical muggle, tight jeans and a t-shirt. She couldn't possibly be a Death Eater, not what he was searching for. She caught his gaze and smiled brightly. The coffee was set in front of her in a to-go cup. The girl picked it up and winked. Unforgetable emerald eyes... Sauntering to the exit. From the door, she whispered, "Bye Fred." and with a grim look, she was gone.
20-year-old Fred Weasley peered over his sunglassess suspiciously as the bell of the cafe door rang. A tall girl with very short blonde hair strode confidently to the counter. 2 feet from his own seat on the stool. "My usual, please." He knew that voice. That blonde girl's voice...where did he know her from? She certainly looked like a typical muggle, tight jeans and a t-shirt. She couldn't possibly be a Death Eater, not what he was searching for. She caught his gaze and smiled brightly. The coffee was set in front of her in a to-go cup. The girl picked it up and winked. Unforgetable emerald eyes... Sauntering to the exit. From the door, she whispered, "Bye Fred." and with a grim look, she was gone.