There were a multitude of reasons as to why the last place Cliff wanted to be in the middle of Hogsmeade Weekend was a tea shop. He’d much rather be at the Leaky Cauldron, or hell, even the Three Broomsticks. He was only here because of his sister’s insistent whining that she never got to see Heath anymore because he was always gone, although Cliff wasn’t sure why she thought he wouldn’t be. He was a Hogwarts student and had been for a few years, but then again, she’d always been living with grandma while he was away. Plus she’d been needier than ever the past few days. He’d tried to pawn his sister off on his brother and it wasn’t until Heath had attached himself to Cliff’s arm did he realize he’d been suckered into a day of family time.

Meena ordered Cliff to find an open seat while she and Heath ordered the tea and scones, and he had done so with drama, collapsing into the seat with a loud sigh. What money did he have to spend on his siblings? None. But it didn’t stop his sister from settling a steaming teacup in front of him and for Heath to appear with a few different pastries that Cliff wouldn’t partake in; his siblings deserved the treat.

Meena was beside him chattering his ear off, and when Cliff finally turned toward her to tell her to shut up, it was another girl a few booths over who caught his eyes. She was beautiful and his heart caught in his throat. His mouth must have dropped because Meena was reaching up to close it, while nudging him to go say hi. What a terrible child she was. It didn’t stop Cliff from collecting the teacup and heading over, unsure of what he was going to say. She looked upper class.

“I don’t suppose you’ve something I could spike this with, do you?” He asked rather stupidly, raising the teacup in the air.  In the center of the table was a pot of something.... hopefully a little stronger than tea.

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