We Don't Know What The Future Holds

Skeeter walked down Diagon Alley, aware of just how terrible his timing to come for visit had been. He had to wade through a small sea of short little students he knew were searching for the things that they would need for the next school year. He had remembered with a pang when he had been one of their number.

He then remembered the success he had found in the "real world" as an Auror and he forced himself to stop wishing fo the past. Why, when the future held so much more? He ran a hand through his hair, pushing the mop of untidy brown back, his half smile coming onto his handsome face.

He thrust his hands into his pockets and ambled down the crowded street, realizing he did not quite want to get to the errands quite yet. Not when there was things to do, people to meet, sights to see. He walked into a small restaurant and ordered a Butterbeer. He sat down at the bar and began to drink, turning to look around at the people in the restaurant, open for company.