it was a lovely day to go to hogsmeade.

leaves fell all around, coloring the cobblestone path in hues of red and orange. a crisp breeze whisked through the air, cold enough to allow for cute jackets but just warm enough to not be bitter.

as you entered honeydukes with your friends, the ringing of the bell on the door announced your arrival.

the walls were a stark mint green, the endless displays of candy standing out against it. the sweet aroma only added to the laughter of students.

despite its joyful tones, the candy was not the reason you had forced your friends to go into the store.

orion moore was.

standing behind the counter, his head was ducked to count the change a student had passed him. the warm lighting made his honey blonde hair look nearly golden.

when he glanced up and met your gaze he offered a crooked smile. gods, even the brown and blue colors in his hazel eyes seemed as bright as the candy around them.

when he’d first rung you up you’d nearly startled. a hogwarts student, in your year, working at honeydukes? and he was attractive? it was unheard of.

hence why you’d dragged your friends to hogsmeade every weekend, if not just to catch a glimpse of him working.

“fancy meeting you here,” he greeted, white button up rolled up his arms, the black apron somehow still making him look good.