I felt my phone buzz.
She sent one of those wavy hand emojis.
<< Hey! You want to see Nick Mulvey? I want to get there super early! >>
I'm still impressed at my own casualness. In my mind, none of this should be happening. It was like I just like I entered a parallel dimension which The Creator hadn't programmed. I'm a bug, a walking bug.
I replied that I would see her there. I also threw in a smiley emoji for good measure.
It was starting to sink in that I might actually see her again. Or more that she wanted to see me again. Also, what are ballerinas? Are they some mythical animals that exist only in books and movies? Was I the only one that knew that they were there last night? Do they move anonymously amongst us muggles, only the unnatural grace of their movements betraying them?
None of this seemed real at all to me.
I looked at Theo. He was asleep with his mouth wide open, sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his sweaty nose and the plastic Radagast mug hanging by the slightest of margins on his outstretched hand. It was 10am.