[location: cafe] Let dreamers dream what worlds they please
Cedric Diggory is having a cup of tea.
There is a strange novelty in sitting out, relaxed, on a pleasant day. It has been quite a few years since that was practical; even when a quiet moment comes, it's the quiet of waiting for something to go wrong.
But Xanadu has a rhythm all its own. And the pause, he suspects, does him good.
For all that, though, he wouldn't mind some company.
There is a strange novelty in sitting out, relaxed, on a pleasant day. It has been quite a few years since that was practical; even when a quiet moment comes, it's the quiet of waiting for something to go wrong.
But Xanadu has a rhythm all its own. And the pause, he suspects, does him good.
For all that, though, he wouldn't mind some company.