Scrambled Eggs
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter… or much of anything… wow that's depressing…
December. The coldest, craziest time of year. And certainly the most busy for the diners. Everyone seemed to be crammed into that small little space. He had to walk six miles to get to the diner. But, he got to see her everyday.
He always arrived in the diner at eight o' five. He sat himself down at his table and smile at her. She would gulp, nervously and pretend to be busy for five minutes. Then she would come over to the table and ask for his order. No one else dared to take his order. She'd obviously gone to some lengths to make it that way.
He always ordered the same thing. A cup of coffee, an English muffin and scrambled eggs. Just for a bit of consistency. She would scurry off and within ten minutes was back, setting the food onto my table. Then her attention would be needed elsewhere. He would dump three packets of sugar in my coffee, realize he had forgotten to ask for honey and call her back.
As soon as the honey was placed on his table, she would be called away. He would butter my English muffin and, as soon as the other person was tended to, call her to the table again. Then he would offer her half. They would argue, her saying It's your breakfast and him returning I won't eat it then. Take it back. She would sigh, sit herself across from him and grab half. He would smile and start to eat.
They would sit in silence and he would ask about her family. She would answer and small talk would rule for several minutes, during which time he would finish his eggs and she the muffin. Someone would demand her attention and he would finish his food. Eventually she would return, only for him to send her back for the check. She would quickly return with it, he would pay and stand. Then he would smile, say he would see her tomorrow and leave.
He returned everyday, minus a few. One day, he was sure she would question why he came to her diner. He hadn't lived near by in three years. One day…
Remus Lupin was head over heals in love with her. Of course, he was with Tonks. He was absolutely sure she didn't feel the same way. He wished her happiness and allowed himself these fleeting meetings. Little did he know…
To Be Contiued…
