Reading the paper was often a depressing exercise, but one that Serena usually forced herself to do. She had to engage with the world somehow. So her eyes flittered over the hopeless words as the cafe buzzed around her. She was caught up in a story about pirates and booty when someone put their hand on the middle of her paper, crinkling it downwards so she could see the culprit who had sat himself down at her table across from her. "Do you ever work?" Godric asked, arching one of his immaculate eyebrows as he reached forward to pilfer a fingerful of her muffin.
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