Yay.. I've been writing faster.
They sit together in the kitchen, their old bony shoulders colliding over a mug of steaming coffee. Her hair is twisting over her shoulders, no longer young and blonde, but faded and grey. He is seventy three. She likes that the two numbers add up to ten.
"It wasn't a definitive moment." She tells him. The words are light. "It wasn't like you weren't there one day and were the next. You came; then left. And I realized I missed you."
"It was a moment for me." He says. His eyes are staring at her. "I mean, obviously I didn't love you in a day, but I realized in an instant."
"When?"
"Nothing major. No fireworks. I was putting together a folder on the survivors of Hogwarts. And I realized that all my drawings looked like you."