Complicated

Chapter 67: Imperio

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I M P E R I O

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Damon's POV

I tried many times, but nothing was real
make it fade away, don't break me down
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Sept 12th, 2024

I stretched as I landed in San Francisco, needing to have my body move a bit after the nausea that comes with Apparition.

I took in my surroundings, basking in the feeling of the brisk yet warm air of Northern California. It was sunny, trees were everywhere, and yet it still had the chaotic but lovely effect of the city.

I've come here on a business trip. I work in the International Magic Office of Law, as one of the head Aurors, dealing with wizards who use magic for the wrong purposes, or use dark magic. That's the case today. A stupid english wizard decided to use the Cruciatus curse, an unforgivable, and is now being held in custody here but I'm supposed to take him back to England to have Mione deal with him there.

I saw a coffee cart at the corner of the block and walked towards it eagerly, despite it going against all of my mother's wishes of me drinking tea which is supposedly healthier, being an auror is a lot of work and requires a daily dose of caffeine.

"A medium black coffee with three sugars, please." I ordered, taking out my muggle money in dollars to hand to the man preparing it. He handed it to me and I smiled at the warm feeling in my hand as I held onto it and handed him the money with the other hand. "Thank you."

I turned to cross the street to go into the ministry department here in San Francisco that's disguised as a muggle bank and that's when it happened.

I bumped into her.

Not just any her.

HER her.

Kathy.

She winced as the hot coffee I held spilled onto her and it spread all over her.

"Fuck." She winced at the effect of hot liquid on her tan skin.

I stood there. Blinked. Couldn't do anything. The shock was too much.

She's still just as beautiful as she's always been.

I've seen her in magazines and in movies and shows, but this is different, this is real life. And she's still absolutely gorgeous. Her hair is lighter, healthier, wavy light brown with a red tint to it, her nose has a tiny diamond stud in it, her cheeks have a light pink blush to them, her plump lips are painted a crimson red, her skin now has a deeper golden tan, speaking to hours spent in the sun. She's wearing a light leather jacket over a cropped white tank top, black ripped jeans, and white sneakers, every bit of her outfit color coordinated and chosen to fit her figure.

It's been four years since she's left. Four years, two months, and twenty three days to be precise. About three years since I've seen her last.

She looks older, more mature, even more beautiful with her now very accentuated curves if that's even possible.

"Hello?" Her irritated voice called my attention.

I finally snapped out of my trance. "I am dearly sorry. Here." I handed her some napkins and grabbed some more from the cart to hand to her.

She thanked me quickly as she took the napkins from my hand and dried off her top and bust, the white tank top clinging to her body made me look directly at her beautiful chest, recalling all those times I've held them in my hands and that made her in turn glare at me.