It was dropped, along with Harry's placard as she flung herself into his arms."Harry!
" she near-squealed into his ear."Hey, 'Mione," Harry replied as he took in the all-too familiar scent of her – some type of berry that he'd never been able to identify with just a hint of parchment.
And then, at the very back of the next group, he spied a head of bushy, brown hair.
Well, it was in actual fact a lot more tamed than it once had been, but that didn't diminish Harry's ability to pick it out from a crowd.
To keep it on the safe side, these were strictly photos that he'd taken of various mundane landscapes and places of interest from all over the world and every continent – the pyramids of Egypt, the Victoria Falls in Zambia, the Taj Mahal, the Great Wall of China, the great plains of Africa filled with various wildlife.
Some had Harry in them, some didn't, but what they all had in common was that they were all places that Harry had actually been to.
He was sure that he was failing abysmally at keeping the mischievous grin off of his face, but he didn't care.
Then, stepping slightly apart from her, he reached down and grabbed up her luggage and his placard with one hand, took her hand in his free one and tugged her along."Come on, let's get out of here before the crowds grab all the taxis," he said.
Expect a long story with some extra faces along the way.
Disclaimer – Anything you see and recognise does not belong to me.
Her eyes flicked down to the sign that he held and an eyebrow rose along with a small smile as she looked back into his eyes.
And then she was running towards him, her luggage rocking dangerously on its little wheels as it tried to keep up.
From there, it was to the back across the room, lightly tracing her hand along the top of the coffee table, made by a man in a small village in the depths of the congo from a rich dark wood.