*Ding Ding* The book store door eased open and heavy footsteps landed on the old, wooden floorboards. The store was small, aged and cluttered with its own sense of character. Piles of books dotted throughout the store. A display table was placed front and centre adorned with numerous copies of a colourful picture book. Propped in front of the books was a moving portrait of a familiar young girl laughing and proudly smiling, the subheading reading; Jennifer Grenfell. A copy of ‘magical creatures’ floats past a rows of books shelves and on towards the back wall lined with literature and other books floating elegantly near by. The wall continued against a staircase leading to a landing. A small murmur fills the air accompanied by cups clanking and the woosh of a coffee machine. The scent of fresh coffee intertwines with the pleasant lingerings of butterscotch. Not much had changed in the year gone.
Ander Colbert, the green eyed paladin had returned to his small, sleepy corner of the world he called home where he was simply known as the butchers boy. Whilst his surroundings had not changed the same could not have been be said about him. A certain darkness had awoken within; gone was the old, cheerful Andy once known. The boy had returned carrying a new burden on his shoulders.
Ander travels up the stairs to see a mother fumbling through her purse beside her son. The small boy in overalls let out a chuckle and held up his chocolate covered hands, proudly, towards Ander. Reaching in his pocket and pulling out a small handkerchief, Ander places it in the boys hands and smiles at the grateful mother. Taking in his surrounding, Ander noticed that the once makeshift coffee station was a now fully functioning, busy book cafe. Couples and families sat eating handmade sandwiches, sipping coffees, reading books and playing boardgames. He catches sight of the girl in the photo wearing a bright yellow dress and a white apron tied tightly around her waist. She was on her tiptoes attempting to take down some red tinsel. Christmas was 2 months ago however remnants still clearly remained, unsurprisingly to Ander who knew all to well how much Jennifer loved Christmas.
Jennifer plucked the tinsel and chucked it at the goofy boy manning the coffee machine. Ander hadn’t seen Louis Scott since their fight prior to him leaving, he hoped deeply that the time apart mellowed out Louis’ feelings of anger. Louis pecks the air and Jenny giggles, swirling on her feet. She turns to see a man of whom she thought resembled her Andy. There stood a dark, brooding man, with the battle scars to prove he hadn’t had quiet as an easy ride as she had. It wasn’t until he flashed his all too familiar smile that reality sunk in for her, hard.
“Jenny…” Ander sighs lovingly.
“What are you doing here, I thought- your hair?” Jenny says in a look of awe.
Overcome with excitement, lust or relief whatever it was, it swallowed Ander whole. He walked over and scooped Jenny off the floor, everyones attention shifting towards the two, unsettling Jenny. She is put down and steps back, brushing herself off and awkwardly smiling at the audience of cafe-gowers to deter their attention. It wasn’t only Archie that had changed. Jenny had grieved silently and pushed all thoughts of love for Ander away. She had moved on and had found a new salvation.
Louis stood by the bar watching the events unfold. Joy and pain etched on his face; a feeling no one should feel. With his back turnt, he draws a long wistful sigh, clenching to a small pearl earring Jenny had worn the night of her book signing. Brushing off the memory, he whisks up the tea towel lying on top of a tray of freshly brewed coffee.
“You alright?” Louis asks politely.
“Yeah, better now. You? All good?” Archie questions looking back at a concerned Jenny.
“We’re good.” Louis says blatantly and places a cupcake on the tray before heading over to his customers he greets animatedly.
“I was always going to come back, I just… didn’t know when.” A small silence ensues as Jenny smiles gingerly. “The place looks amazing by the way and I see your picture book has been published. I’m so proud of you.”
Ander kisses Jenny on the cheek whose gaze lingers on Louis. She takes a pen from her apron and begins to play with the lid. Ander recognises it as one of her nervous ticks and steps away slowly.
“Jenny? Why do I get the feeling you’re not entirely happy to see me?”
Ive always liked writing and I have notebooks filled with little writing endeavours. I thought, whilst listening to some musical soundtracks I’d give myself an hour and a half to write something, anything. here it is.
P.S I love the wizarding world of Harry Potter.