Orlando strolled up Diagon Alley dodging smaller boys and girls as they ran from shop to shop. The Hufflepuff felt a little lighter in the wake of his encounter with Rose. It hadn’t been a happy one. It was certainly more awkward than anything, but… Hope was a lot these days, and it had given him at least some.
The Hufflepuff stretched his back, stifling a yawn with the back of his fist. The last night was another late night – later than usual, but at least it was productive. It had to be. Time was getting short, and things had to be ready before the train to school. He wasn’t worried. They were always ready. The kinks were worked out, but to be ready there were still some work to be done. The least fun part.
Orlando crossed over to the street, looking up over the tall, white marble buildi...Read More