Ninety-Three Diagon Alley
George had barely slept that night after his interaction with the barmaid with no name. He had never felt such positive emotion in what seemed like forever.
Every word she said seemed etched into his memory. The tone of her voice rang in his ears, the angelic sound keeping him awake. Every time he would drift off, she penetrated his every dream.
He thought of her long blonde hair, which didn't help with his image of her as an angel. The way it wafted around her back as she walked around the bar, the way it hung around her shoulders. The way it framed her face perfectly, he wanted to meet the hairdresser who had decided bangs were the appropriate direction to go when they cut her hair, and buy them a drink. It just made her even more beautiful.
He thought of her piercing blue eyes, the way they sparkled in the darkness of the bar, the way they crinkled when she smiled, her happiness reaching the uppermost parts of her face.
He thought of her lips, the way they curved into cute little dimples on her cheeks when he made her smile. She smiled at almost everything he said, and he was almost convinced that it wasn't because she was the barmaid and he was the paying customer. She seemed genuinely pleased to speak to him.
He wondered how he could feel so strongly for a girl he had encountered twice, really only spoken to once, and whose name he had never heard.
He wondered what her name could be, he imagined something angelic, like Gabrielle. He couldn't wait to find out, for the first time in months he was about to pray the day away for a positive reason. He might even shave his stubble for the occasion.
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