Forgive but never let go.
Diagon ally was teeming with pedestrians; wither out for a stroll or in a rush to get back to their cozy little homes. One such of the latter was busily making her way to the wizarding pharmacy at the far end of the street. Many a wizard or witch preferred to mix their own cures. But there are those few most potions that take along time to make and not many magic people have the time or patients to complete them when needed.
Today no one was about in the establishment, save for the pharmacist in his white robes with embroidered silver cuffs and neck ruffle. He stepped out from behind the counter and greeted what may have seemed to be his first customer all day.
"Good morning my dear, I hope the reason you come is on the behave of someone else." With his arms out stretch he pulled her into a hug, she kindly returned the favor.
"Oh, John, must you really say the ridicules line to me every time I come here?"
"But you never come here on just a friendly visit." John pouted.
"You stand there in your robes of white and lie to me? I better be glad you're not in the clergy."
"Well if I was in the clergy I wouldn't be able to give you this." He handed her a small thermos, " or … this."
John placed a small box in her hand. She smirked it him, thinking it was sort of trick, opened the box and gasped.
"A …ring!" she squeaked.
John clasped his hands to her cheeks and placed his forhead to hers, in the traditional wizard proposal.
"Hmm?" John kissed her forehead. "Listen I know you have a lot to think about, so would you feel better if I gave you sometime to think about. We could have dinner over it."
She shook her head, leaned back, and looked into his hazel eyes.
"How about Friday? My place."
"It's a date." He glanced up at the hour glass in the corner. "it's getting late you better head home. If you like I could give you a lift home."
"You won't get in trouble will you?"
"With closing time so close and having no customers most of the day I'm sure it will be o.k." John quickly swung around the front counter, picked up his coat, and gave holler into the back room. "Hey Chris, I'm giving my girlfriend a ride home alright?"
There was the sound of glass breaking and a positive muffle that told John it was fine. He went into the closet right next to the entrance and came back with his broom.
"New broom?"
"Nimbus 2000." John gentle kissed her hand as he escorted her on to the front and threaded his arms through hers while kicking off.
They silently flew over the rural side of London into the backcountry. To keep a low profile he periodically flew into the forest. Scooping up a flower for her once in a awhile.
John landed on the porch with grace and help his girlfriend off, gave her a fair well kiss, and flew off into the night. He was quite aware that he would not be invited in that night and didn't even bother to try.
She watched him silently has his silhouette was framed by the full moon. With bag in hand she enter the dwelling and proceeded to the kitchen.
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