Tru had dressed and put on her Gryffindor cape before leaving a note for her dad and retreating out of the door, quicker than she meant to. Clouds obscured the sun from view. It seemed like it was the earlier hours of the morning, and it was colder than normal. Tru drew her cloak tighter around her as she walked. Her thoughts drifted, not on the villiage ahead, or jsut how much coffee she could spend seven galleons on, or on how her hair was not brushed and her face looked tired and worn from no sleep, but back in the bedroom with Draco. Had she been in fact daydreaming their near kiss? Or was it real? She couldn't tell. She was after all, half asleep.

She didn't know whether to be happy, depressed, or confused. But somehow, she was all three. Her feet grazed the trail into Hogsmeade and she went immediately to Madam Pudifoot's Tea Shop. Once inside, she whiffed a large amount of precious caffiene smelling air. Not many people inhabited the place that morning. A man and woman were sitting at one table, he seemed to be proposing to her. Tru smiled. Over in the corner was a very old and withered looking witch whose hat had what was unmistakibly the head of a weasel puffing smoke as she smoked away at the pipe she was holding. And as she took off her cloak, she spotted him.

Sitting alone at a table nearest the counter, was a young man who looked around her age. His hair reached to his ears and hung around his face in straight, black locks. His eyes were gazing down at a book entitled "Michael Witherton's Book of Enchanting Poetry" and were a deep shade of blue. His face was indeed, very handsome, with a small pointed nose, and perfect pointed and somewhat rounded chin. He looked tall, his legs were curled under the chair and crossed at the ankle wearing long dark pants and a regular grey sweater, his cloak thrown over the back of his chair. Tru found that she had forgotten completely the reason she had wanted to be alone. She forgot who it was she thought about just two seconds before. She seemed to be entranced by the young man.

Something seemed to have made him realize this, for at that very moment he rose his head to gaze over at her. For a few moments their eyes were locked. He smiled. Oh, and what a beautiful smile it was. Dimples were perfectly located at the sides of his mouth where the corners of the smile were and his teeth were brilliantly straight and pearly white. Tru smiled wide. And was then snapped out of her trance by Madam Pudifoot "Tru, darling I wasn't expecting you! How are you?" Tru's head snapped to look at Madam so fast that it gave a small, quiet crack. Tru then realized she was stuck in position, her hands were raised, her cloak which was about to be hung had fallen to the ground. She pulled herself together and put her hands behind her back and nodded her head slightly.

"I just thought I'd come and..." Tru looked around. She had completely forgotten why she had come. She searched around and then spotted the menu on the wall depicting a cup of coffee on top. "Have a small cup of coffee or two. Maybe three, I need a bit of a wake up call. I didn't sleep much last night, and plus, I haven't been here since last Hogsmeade visit. I rather missed it." Madam smiled and showed her a seat. The table was only one over from the boy she'd seen on her way in. Tru was fixing her hair in a quick and rediculous manner, licking her hand and running it through repeatedly and so rapidly that her hand was a blur. Madam brought her her coffee and set it down, gazing at her regular costomer with an odd look on her face.

When Tru was satisfied with the way her hair looked (having examined herself in the glass of the pastry case) she sat up straight, straightened the wrinkles from her light blue turtleneck sweater and smiled over at the boy. Who continued to stare at her. He looked around the shop and closed his book. He looked at her as though asking a question, Tru seemed to understand and nodded. With a jolt of excitement in her stomach that made it seem as though her heart had leapt up to her throat, she watched the young man rise from his seat, and walk casually over to her table and sit across from her. Up close, his eyes seemed to glow. He stared into hers strongly, observing her it seemed before he spoke. His voice was kind, soft, and deep.

"My name is Nicholai Frederick Duncan, and what might your name be?" he smiled and tilted his head to the side, reminding Tru breifly of herself and this made her smile. Tru found it hard to speak for a moment, trying to decifer in her head a way to say it without sounding like a complete fool. Finally she sat up and stretched out her hand, he took it, his hands were very soft. "My name is Tru Fiona Lupin." They sat there shaking hands for a while before letting go, as though they didn't want to. They sat in silence for a moment and then Tru asked Nicholai about his poetry book. He was deeply into it and they shared a long conversation about it over coffee.

This was the kind of thing Tru saw as a date with Draco once...but that was pushed from her mind now.

After two hours of talking of poetry, Quidditch, and the fact that they both went to Hogwarts and just happened to be in the same house. Tru decided she had better head back to the house and see what was for lunch. Nicholai insisted that he walk her home but Tru held her hand up to stop him. "How about I just meet you here tomorrow at the same time?" Tru's tone held a hopeful note in it as she looked into those eyes awaiting an answer. His eyes studied her, as though judging on whether this was what she really wanted or not. Tru smiled at him and nodded as though reading his mind.

Nicholai smiled at her and patted her shoulder. "All right, 10 oclock it is then, Tru. Until we meet again." and with that, he swept his cloak around himself and walked out of the small, coffee smelling shop, leaving Tru smiling and breathless in his wake.

Not long after, Tru left the shop herself. Dreamily floating down the lane toward home. She was so off-in-her-own-little-world that she didn't realize someone running right behind her, in a hurry to chase after a boy that had run past her waving a giant, apparently unpayed bag of honeyduke's candy in his hand. The man running struck Tru as he passed making her jump aside and her head hit a beam of wood on the building near her, knocking her out cold. She looked up, saw someone above her, then no more.