The thing about Diagon Alley was that he wasn't supposed to see Daffodil there, but there she was in front of an unlabeled storefront, with paint on her cheek. He stared at her for too long to pretend that he wasn't, and for long enough that he knew she'd noticed him. Noble's heart set up residence in his throat. He had errands to run, but they all paled in importance to his new task: figuring out why she was here. It would be one thing if she was just in the front, but it looked like she was working here — at a location other than the Florist Potts. And that was just too curious.
He walked up to the storefront and cleared his throat. "Diagon Alley?" Noble asked, suddenly incapable of coming up with something more tactful.
He walked up to the storefront and cleared his throat. "Diagon Alley?" Noble asked, suddenly incapable of coming up with something more tactful.
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