Wait, what? Toads? Locusts? Thomas arched an eyebrow and lulled his head to the left a little, a look of quizzical confusion on his features, “Toads and locusts? What in Merlin’s beard ‘as been goin’ on since I went there? I thought the fire and snow rain was bad… I got burnt a bit. An’ I don’t mind buyin’ you some lemon treats, Miss Potts. It’s the least I can do for you agreein’ to give me some much needed company.” He smiled a little softer; his eyes, though sad, at least seemed comfortable in this moment.
“Bit sad though, isn’t it? That Honeydukes is gone. I used to go there a bit – a nice treat for myself. Though…” And with that, the soft gaze and smile vanished, “Er, you best eat your ice cream. It’s meltin’,” He gestured, scooping his own and eating it silently.
“Bit sad though, isn’t it? That Honeydukes is gone. I used to go there a bit – a nice treat for myself. Though…” And with that, the soft gaze and smile vanished, “Er, you best eat your ice cream. It’s meltin’,” He gestured, scooping his own and eating it silently.