Jemma was walking down Diagon Alley, really just killing time, when she saw a café. Now she didn't recognise it, then again, it had been a while since she had just aimlessly wondered around Diagon Alley. She stepped inside and took a good look around. It was nice, she thought. An excellent place for her to waste lots of time drinking tea and coffee. She saw a clock on the wall, indicating it was noon. Lunch time, she thought. She went up and ordered a glass of orange juice and a caeser salad. She was tempted to order a cheesecake as well, but she thought she'd wait until after she'd eaten her lunch first.
Taking a look around the café, she spotted an empty table by the window. Even better, Jemma saw, it had three of the nice comfortable seats around it. The cushioned armchairs as opposed to the standard wooden dining chair. She headed over there, sat down and started people watching whilst she waited for her lunch. As she was gazing out of the window and along Diagon Alley, she thought she knew someone she knew. Taking a second look, she realized she was wrong. She was imagining things, as per usual she thought. She was jerked out of her gaze by a waitress coming along and setting down her food and drink in front of her. Pushing that last thought out of her mind, she begin to eat.
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