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Nostalgia

It was both harder and easier than she thought it would be to get used to working again. Avoiding Ron was no problem for her – they had completely different work schedules after all, and she was skilled at avoiding people she didn't want to talk to.

Still, her mind couldn't help but wander toward what-ifs and could-have-beens when she took her coffee in a cup he had given her for years ago – it had her name on it, and was charmed to let her know the temperature of its contents. Perhaps she should find a new hobby… A new cup too.

Perhaps not though. She liked that cup, with the small glittering runes engraved on it and she wasn't about to get rid of it because Ron had given it to her. It would be too easy, and though she had gotten rid of of mostly everything else he had left with her, this she would keep.

It was high time for her to go on with her life, and she'd just keep the fond memories of their time together for when she felt blue.