Harry’s fingertips sting as the cold winter air nips at them when he pulls his hands from his pockets to push open the door to his favorite café.

Cup o' Coffee is a muggle cafe only a minute walk away from Harry's apartment.

It's his favourite not only because of the impeccable coffee and baked goods, but also because he can get away from the hubbub for a while.

As Harry steps inside, the tension tight around his shoulders begins to melt away. Not one person turns to gawk at him in recognition— muggles don't know here.

It's also a bonus that there's a cute muggle barista who works here.

They've been talking for a while, just as friends, but Harry feels smitten. Not that he's done anything about it.

Harry sits himself down at his usual booth, leaning back into the worn seats with a relieved sigh.