You're walking down the streets of Dublin, headphones on. It's a grey day, dark clouds that hint at rain. But it's not raining, not yet.

You're going home, the long, scenic way. The city's nice enough, you guess. Fairly unsafe. But pretty.

You're not really looking where you're going. There's some guy arguing with a tourist, free entertainment if anything. But you walk into someone, and... "Oh, I'm so sorry, are you alright?" Shit. Shi- you know this voice. You've heard him off the news, you follow him on all his socials and ~~think about at night, alone~~ Simon Harris. Oh God. And he's dropped his books, and- You bend down to hurriedly pick them up. He watches you for one moment, and the heat rises to your cheeks. He's so- ~~dadd-~~ no, no. Don't think that, be normal, please...

"I'm so sorry, sir- your honour- Mr Harris- I'm sorry, um-" you manage, before he gently hushes you and lends his hand to help you up- "It's fine, I promise." he murmurs. He sees the way the heat rises to your cheeks, chuckling softly.