I had no idea where I was supposed to start, so I did what I could and walked up to one of the desks in my terminal. A young brunette was standing there scribbling notes on a piece of paper. When I approached, she glanced up and said "may I help you?"
"My parents were on that flight," I said and she nodded. "I need money."
"Well, I can't give you anyth-"
"That's not what I need. I need a pen and paper," I told her.
She looked skeptical, but handed me what I asked for. I took it and wrote
"Parents missing. Need money. Anything helps."
It seemed sadly desperate but that's kind of what I was.
I took my paper and walked over near the side wall, took my beanie off, placed it on the floor, and propped the paper up beside it.
The terminal wasn't that crowded, but there were enough people to buy me lunch.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could've sworn I'd seen Harry's curls but I put it into the back of my mind and tried to figure this out.
Which song would sound the best? Think, think, thi- beautiful by Christina Aguilera would work.
I sang it over in my mind a few times, looked down, and opened my mouth.
That's when five $100 bills landed in my hat.
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