little notes equal larger than life details(Riyan)

..It was so sweet. His mouth watered as he savored the taste. The weather was cold and a bit cloudy. It had been a while. He loved this part of town the coffee shop was excellent. The color scheme and the gentle music, blended nicely giving the shop a soothing atmosphere.

He drank it down, and waited. He didn’t know if he would recognize her. It had been years. Wait, what if she did not recognize him?

..his pink hair.

That was the particular reason why the meeting place was a specific table outside the shop. So many years so many changes, and yet it felt like yesterday when he left … left stuff behind. It was a happy and liberating experience… In some ways.
He had taken off his hat respectfully. You should never wear a hat in doors they say. But he was some what regretting it. Only some what, he smiled happily. Carefully covered his ears, with the edge of his scarf, and grabbed his cup. He blew steam off the top of his cup, his breath looked like small cotton balls floating in the breeze. He placed his arms on the glass of the coffee table, and waited.

He knew in his hands he held special papers.
He hoped the best for both of them. He shivered slightly but enjoyed the warming sensation of the heat of the coffee.

Hopefully things worked out. He had an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Part of him was happy, he was reuniting two people together. Hopefully.
He hummed happily to the song in the background and waited.

Nervous? was that what this feeling was? Her stomach was in knots as she walked down the street towards the coffee shop where she was meant to meet her old friend.
It took her a minute or two to recognize him once she arrived. He had changed so much since the last time she had seen him, but that was to be expected as they had not seen one another for a few years. Not since she had asked for his help, but now he had news for her "Kim?" she approached him slowly afraid that she might have found the wrong person.
She wondered what he could have to tell her.Was it good news? But, maybe it was bad. She hopped it wasn't bad news. Everything had been going so well and she didn't know what she would do if it were bad news.

Kim snapped and turned out of his cloudy daydream at the mention of his name. “Ri-Mrs. Schultz?” he looked at her. He quickly extended his hand to shake. “Please have a seat.”
He felt weird calling her Riyan, part of him felt his old habit of calling her Riyan surface, but another part of him, felt odd. He didn’t know where to start.
“Well Mrs. Schultz,” he began. “Its been a while..” he swallowed the knot in his throat, making a small grunting sound. He felt his palms get a little clammy. “Would you like some coffee? I took the liberty of ordering you one.”
He straightened his posture. What do I say..? “Umm..

“I think I have tracked the location of your daughter,” he swallowed. “This was hard to come by though considering that it was a closed adoption, I happened to be working.. well I got my hands on these documents.” He opened the file before him, and shifted through the pages.

“In the specific date, when you gave birth to Emmilie..” he continued, reaching for his pen and lifting the paper before him. “Five other female children, were also born, and three of them are living with their birth parents. The fourth child is dead.. there was an accident, and the whole family died in a fire. I looked up information of the last child. I assume she was your child.”

He pulled out a small photo of Emmilie, and gently placed it on the table before Riyan. There was no mistaking it. This had to be Emmilie.

“The family’s surname is Cottonwood.” He continued. “I found out from the neighbors that she had been adopted, and also that Mr. Cottonwood and Mrs. Cottonwood are both deceased.” He was quiet for the moment. “Emmilie was picked up by child services, 6 months ago.” He drank his coffee. “If my assumptions are correct all we will need is a DNA test, although I believe the answer is obvious.”

Calvin and Riyan were one of the cool couples of Hogwarts, and most of the time were-always together, Riyan had always been pretty, but now she looked stunning. He wondered how Calvin looked like.

"We were friends before there was a professional relationship. Please call me Riyan." she politely corrected him and took the seat he offered. It was weird for her to be called Ms. Schultz by anyone other than her students, though she had gone to school with a few of them herself. "Thank you." she murmured still wondering why She had been asked here today. But, she didn't have to wonder for very long, for he told her, and her jaw dropped in awe.
This was her. Riyan couldn't find the words. She sat there staring at the picture he pulled from the folder. This was her baby girl.
It took a while for her to take it all in. Cottonwood. Mr. and Mrs. Cottonwood, Dead. Child Services. Six months. "Where did they take her?" She finally asked looking up at Kim hope glimmering in her eye. This could finally be what she had spent so long looking for. This could be it. She could have her baby back.

Kim nodded in response to her correction. He smiled for a moment, and swallowed more coffee. He kept holding the cup in his hand, despite that there was a coffee table beneath him. He knew it was a lot to take in all at once. Even for him it took a while to process what had happened.

He glanced at Riyan, he wondered if she was really listening to everything he had said.
Riyan looked as if she were seeing her child for the first time. Something so precious.

He stopped drinking coffee, as the importance of the moment suddenly sank in. You just handed her, her baby his mind echoed. He just stopped moving. He stopped wondering if she was really listening to everything he had said. It didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered. He didn’t feel like talking anymore. He didn’t want to. He didn’t bother closing his file to avoid papers flying about due to the wind. He felt warm inside, he smiled.

The lost awe was etched all over her face. She looked like if she was elsewhere.Now you are never getting that picture back.. He stayed quiet.

After what seemed like a long time, Riyan broke him out of his happy trance.
Kim almost choked on his coffee. He coughed. He was not prepared for this. At most he had expected Riyan to cry.

“I..” he gathered his breath. “..they took her into the system.” He shifted through the pages of his file, quickly. “It was a little difficult to come to this information, but as fate would have it. She is currently in an orphanage in the City of London near the River Thames.” He handed her the address. “You will have to contact Child services first if you plan to adopt a child.” Kim added.

“If you …” he didn’t believe it would be easy to get Emmilie back. Even if she covered the qualifications to adopt a child there was still a long waiting list to adopt. No guarantee she would be a priority, what if Emmilie got picked by someone else. Well Riyan was no longer a little girl. She had every right to know.No need to sugar coat it..

He looked at Riyan.

He couldn't do it. Why not find a more easy way to tell her..

"We have to go see if shes still there," Riyan stated as if it were a no brainier. "You'll come with me won't you?" She asked giving him a pleading look. "Please, Kim?
What was that? That feeling deep in her gut? Was she nervous? or was that excitement? No that was diffidently nervousness.. She hadn't felt like this since her first date with Calvin, but what an amazing night it had turned out to be. She gave a small smiled at the though of Calvin. But wait, what was he going to say when she told him about Emmilie. No, she couldn't tell him until she was sure their baby girl was still there. not till she knew it was reall.

Kim fidgeted in his seat. “She is still there in the orphanage.” Kim stated. Riyan would need help, advice, and Kim did have a few contacts so why not?
Kim shifted back in his seat when she gave him that pleading look.

“Well I, uh..”
It could be complicated. Well sort of. Just call in a few favors. Not really complicated. Kim swallowed the knot in his throat.

“Sure I will go with you,” he smiled. How hard can it be. “I will need to pickup more information … getting Emmilie back won’t be easy. It’s not easy but it is not impossible.” He smiled reassuringly. He shifted forward slightly. Then placed his coffee aside, to avoid tipping the cup over, and closed his file.

Kim hesitated. “She may not remember who you are.. and you are not going to be able to pick her up, just like that. There is process, but we will do things one at a time.” Kim braced himself. “It is not impossible to get Emmilie back though.”

“If you want to see Emmilie, we could check the orphanage, and ask for adoption booklets and maybe get a visual on Emmilie,” he stated. “If she is anywhere nearby.”

“Where are we going anyway?” he smiled. Not ‘home’ or what used to be his home right? The only way there was through apparating and he did not feel like apparating anywhere yet.