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Evangelina Gibbs was tired. Work was exhausting. She seemed to be assigned more and more to the emergency room. Not that she didn’t wish to be assigned to the emergency room. People there generally seemed very surprised that she wasn’t frowning or sulky when she treated them. It was part of her job description so there was no point in being resentful that she was assigned to the pit. But four days in a row was stretching it a little too thinly. Evie was quite sure the Healer in Charge was favouring the new handsome Healer. Shrugging as she walked along the pathway, the blonde looked up into the sky as she felt raindrops.

The sky was overcast, a clear sign that a storm was coming. That was fine by her. While her brothers were the ones who disliked rain, preferring it to be sunny, Evangelina liked stormy days. It always smoothed her to watch the raindrops pattering down on her windowpane. Casting her eyes on the Hogsmeade train station a short distance, Evie made her way there. That had been her designation in the first place.

The train station had always been a favourite of hers during her Hogwarts days. Being in a castle with hundreds of other students sometimes got too suffocating for Evangelina and this was where she came to clear her head. She occasionally got a stranger or two coming here during her Hogwarts years. Evie had made friends that way. She always thought it was bizarre, making friends in that way. Settling herself on a bench, the blonde waited for the oncoming storm.

Of course, today the train station wasn’t that deserted. Evie sighed softly, wondering in her mind if everyone had decided not to apparate today. The blonde didn’t mind huge crowds. She never stood out in crowds and that was something she liked, not being the center of attention. But she was worn out and didn’t feel like squeezing into the train with that many people. Evangelina hoped that they were just waiting for the commuters in the next train. Folding her arms around herself, Evie debated with herself for a brief moment if she should apparate home. She could, if she didn’t dislike the feeling of appariation that much. No doubt, it was so much more convenient to do so, but Evangelina preferred the traditional Muggle ways of travelling. Like trains and cars and buses.

Looking out into the distance, the blonde kept her brown eyes on the sky. She was pretty much unoccupied until the train arrived. Wishing that she had brought a book to read, Evie took to looking at the various people who were walking by her. A man, looking rather worried, all but ran by her towards the exit. Evangelina wondered what could have happened to make him do that. Her gaze followed him to the door. Blinking, the former Hufflepuff turned her head back. She looked to her left and gave a slight jump. The surprise she felt had unquestionably been shown on her face. An instant later, it was followed by a slight blushing.

She turned away, feeling mortified. She knew it. Sooner or later she would have bumped into him again. Not that she had taken pains to ensure that she wouldn’t meet him again. Flashes of their very first meeting burned through her mind. She saw herself on the floor, hugging him, a total stranger, telling him that her mother had died. If that wasn’t enough, she hadn’t let go of him for quite some time. At that time, Evangelina had been so distressed that she hadn’t thought of what she had done. Once she had been more composed in her flat, together with her sisters, had she then realised exactly what she had done. That had left her feeling very very embarrassed and hoping she wouldn’t have to meet him again to explain herself.

But she had. Evie could only hope that he wasn’t going to speak to her. A stranger bawling her eyes out in front of you wasn’t exactly the thing Evie wanted to remember. Evangelina considered, for the second time now, if she should apparate away. Before she could reach a decision, the blonde heard his voice. As if she couldn’t control her actions, Evie turned back and looked at him. “Hello.” She said. That was perhaps all that she could say to him right now. Maybe she should give him a smile to ensure him that she wasn’t going to break down all over again. It hadn’t been that long ago since her mother died after all. And so, her signature half smile appeared on her face as she looked at him properly for the first time.

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