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Despite the unwelcoming english weather, Yasmin found herself strolling through Diagon Alley deep in thought. In the absence of sunlight, she held her tea close to her chest for warmth and without reason, allowed herself to wander. Perhaps when her feet tired, she would find herself in the bookstore or a coffee shop, her journal sitting in her bag, waiting for her. If it had a voice of it's own, it would be calling to her desperately. Maybe this future Yasmin would reach for it and pen her thoughts as she cozied in a corner, drinking something warm and hiding away from the cold. But for now, she was not in the mood. She hardly was these days.
Coming to a stop, Yasmin took a long sip of her tea - Ahmad, Special Blend with a touch of honey and cardamom to taste.
It was a cruel twist of fate that she found herself stopped just in front of the playground. Or had she subconsciously gravitated here, the muted laughter beckoning her from afar? Despite the pang in her chest, she smiled as two young children chased after one another, weaving between swings and disappearing within the castle.
Smiling. Exhaling. Longing. Watching.
The boys reminded her of Dariush. Though he was too cool for games of tag now, she remembered how he used to beg his sister to play, his insistence to pull his cousins along, even on occasion, asking Yasmin, herself, to join. Khaleh Yassi, please! Her sweetest nephew. She missed him so dearly.
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