โ to his right, whose face he couldnโt see at the moment. โexcuse me. . .โ
he wasnโt the type to seek help anywhere, but the scent of florals that hung in the air was beginning to make his head spin.
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a rare day elliot had off and he was spending it in diagon alley, sent on errands by his younger sister who was always occupied with one thing or another.
like always, heโs towering over his surroundings. currently, it was among the racks of an overly perfumed store, โ
โ outnumbered by witches of all ages. despite the unobstructed view, he struggled to locate the counter chloe had instructed him to retrieve her order from.
with a sigh of defeat, heโs tapping the nearest person to him on the shoulder without a second thoughtโa brunette woman โ