Sitting in a table in the middle of the coffee shop, Draco was not in a good place at the moment.  In his hand he held the open parchment from his ex-wife that stated the thing he knew she was going to start eventually.  Being who he was had its disadvantages at times and with his decision to let Astoria raise Scorpius, it was truly coming back to haunt him.  He had planned to spend the whole weekend with his son and now, as it stated in the letter, it wasn't going to happen any time soon.

Dearest Draco, the letter began and instantly he knew something was up, she never called him that anymore.  He continued to read, mostly about Scorpius' accomplishments. He was beginning to take an interest in learning how to play the piano.  He smiled at this.  He'd learned at a young age and it was nice to think that his son may have gotten at least something from him.

I regret to inform you that our young progeny has declared that he would not like to accompany you on any outings that you may or may not have planned for this weekend.  I am deeply apologetic that he feels this way, but you agreed that we would follow what our boy wanted.

He leaned back in his chair as he read those words.  He knew that they did not come from Astoria, for she always used flowery and sweet words when she wrote, she was never dismissive or cold.  His hand gripped the parchment tighter as he thought about who might have written this.  He didn't think Astoria was dating anyone, it could of been her father.  He never really did approve of his decision to let Tori have their son.  At the time he thought he was making the right choice, now he wasn't so sure.

Your son loves you Draco, but he needs constants in his life, not a weekend father.  Please try to see him more often.  I enclosed a picture of him for you.  I caught him smiling.  -Astoria-[1]



In his other hand he held the photo of his little boy[2], he was growing up so fast, and now all he had to do with his completely cleared weekend was sit at this table, slowly drinking his cappuccino and look at the picture of his boy.

1.	Can edit this if adding little boy pic isn't okay. Just let me know.
2.	full picture

She had never visited Diagon Alley before, and Tekla was slightly overwhelmed. She had seen countless small magical communities around Europe on her travels, but that was just it - those were small. Diagon Alley was this bustling street with with witches and wizards and warlocks as far as you could see. Nothing at all to the small wizarding community of Sweden, where she had grown up.

She had only arrived to the country last night, having tucked away on a boat in her fox form, and had spent the night making her way to London. She had heard so many great stories about the wizarding community in the United Kingdom, and seeing as it was such a hub of witches and wizards from all over the world it seemed like the perfect place to call her new home.

But first, she needed coffee. Alohomocha seemed like the perfect place to get her daily fix of the black gold, and so that’s where she went. Her hair was a bit too unkempt for her liking, and her moss green robes had ripped slightly at the hem from her travelling, but she felt she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it before she had some caffeine.

After finally figuring out her order (a long black and smoked salmon with cream cheese) she turned to take in her surroundings. The coffee shop was somewhat busy that Saturday, and it took her a while to find a place. There, in the middle of the place, was an empty chair by a small empty table. She hurried over, trying to balance her plate at the same time, and sat down with a sigh. She was starving, and instantly started inhaling her food. She was so focused on eating, that she didn’t notice pieces of fish flying of her fork, landing on the handsome blond wizard, clutching a photograph in his hand,  on the table next to her.