The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Matthew was browsing. With the daily prophet under his arm he slowly waltzed down the near empty streets of Diagon Alley taking a look through every window that he passed by. Lots of the shops were still having sales. Out with the old in with the new he figured. The new year, so far, appeared as dreary as the previous one. Plenty of death, plenty of war, but Matthew dare not get anymore involved in that sort than he needed to be. He drew the line many years ago and would not step over it again. No, not again.
As he passed the new ice cream shop he paused and walked backward looking through the window again. Through the glimmer of the glass he spotted a particularly vibrant colour of ice cream that look oddly appealing. Licking his lips he rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and entered the little shop.
Moments later, Matthew exited the ice cream parlour with a healthy amount of bright purple ice cream. It smelled like a combination of lavender and oranges. Unfortunately, there were no tables outside the shop to enjoy the beautiful weather. He began to walk down the massive stretch that was Diagon Alley once again and took the very first lick of his ice cream. It was one of the most delicious things that Matthew had ever tasted.
A little longer down the stretch Matthew found a nice little place to sit down and enjoy his ice cream and newspaper. There were very few people in Diagon Alley on this day and there were plenty of seats to choose from. Of course it took him longer than it should have to pick his seat. It had appeared as though he had chosen the wrong seat. Just as he unfolded his newspaper he heard a very familiar voice. Never a good thing, to hear a voice you don't want to hear.
It was Jack Dyllan, leader of the Order. He had never really associated himself with her all that much. Never spoken out during an Order meeting. Never gone out with anyone really in the Order. He simply stood in the background and participated when necessary. Did she really have to say hello now? Admitting defeat, Matt smiled and looked up at her.
"Oh, uhm, of course, absolutely." he said hurriedly. He quickly folded his paper back together and licked his ice cream which had began to drip. He probably looked like a slob. She had picked an absolutely horrid time. Well, it was never a good time for Matt. He looked at her as she sat down and gave a quick smile, not saying anything.