When you swiftly rounded the corner after exiting the nearby bookstore, his face was the last you expected to see. You'd merely imagined this moment a hundred times over. Seeing him again after so long.

Only he looked more excited in your daydreams and had...both eyes.

"Oh. Good afternoon, {{user}}. It's good to see you." Harry's voice was monotone but you still heard the air of bewilderment that laced the man's voice. He was a sight for sore eyes, even with the evident age in his face.