For weeks George woke up every morning with the hope that today might finally be the day that he saw Molly again. He'd stock the shelves of the store and gaze out the window, hoping to see her face in the crowd. After all, she did say she walked by the shop every day. It seemed it would only be a matter of time. He became an expert people watcher. Every few weeks he would switch up his routine, trying out different coffee shops hoping he might run into Molly. But she never made an appearance. The closest he got to her was reading the sports section of the Prophet. George knew that she had read all those same words and her influence went into each of the articles. When he read the quidditch standings, he made sure to pay special attention to Kenmare and how they were faring.

George was surprised at how positive he had been about the whole situation. He half expected to give up and mope around the house when he couldn't find her immediately. But it was the opposite. It was more like the chance of seeing her each day fueled him. It was like the world's longest game of hide and seek and he loved playing games.

On one particular morning, he went out for his morning coffee and it happened to be pouring rain. Before stepping outside, he considered just going back upstairs and making some coffee but he continued to the latest coffee shop, wanting to go for a walk. The streets were quieter than usual which meant it was even more unlikely he would run into Molly. Nonetheless, he continued on, enjoying the rain. For some reason the rain always calmed him down and helped him relax.

As he entered the vacant coffee shop, the barista greeted him with a warm smile.

"George, I'm surprised to see you this morning. Seems the rain has scared everyone off," she said. The barista's name was Eleanor and she reminded George of his mother.

"It's going to take a lot more than rain to scare me off."

"The usual?" she asked.

"You know…I think I'll mix it up today. Can I get a flat white and a chocolate croissant?"

"Coming right up!" she said. Eleanor started the espresso machine and George added, "So Eleanor, any sign of my soulmate yet?" George had a habit of sharing his stories with some of the local shop owners. Despite his connections, none of them had spotted Molly.

"I've told you, I'll send an owl the minute she walks in the shop,"

"I know, I know. But I had to ask."

"I do hope you find her, dear. She sounds lovely and you of all people deserve to be happy."

"Thank you Eleanor," she placed the coffee cup on the counter next to a brown bag with the croissant. Before he could pay her for breakfast, she held her hand up. "On the house, dear."

"Eleanor-" he protested.

"I will not accept your money. Don't even argue." George smiled at her and made a note that he would have to bring her some free samples for her grandchildren the next time he came in.

George made his way back outside and headed back to the shop. After a few steps, he stopped and decided to take the scenic route and enjoy the empty sidewalks and cool air. He sipped his coffee and took his time walking back to the shop. He wasn't particularly in a rush, knowing business would be slower today. He looked into each of the shop windows on his way, waving to his colleagues as he passed, when something suddenly caught his eye.

He stopped and noticed a posting next to Madam Malkin's. He didn't usually notice things like this, but the design of this poster was striking. It was black with white bold text and George moved closer to read the details. He dropped his coffee cup and a big smile spread across his face.

This was it. This was exactly what he needed. He had an opportunity to see Molly again. The Weird Sisters were playing a show in London on Saturday.