It was a cute small town. Looked better taken care off than the Capital. Well preserved Spanish colonial Era architecture. He decided to start simple. The street he came out to after apparating was made of cobblestone, it brought him a pleasant memory. He pulled a still photograph from his jacket inner pocket and looked at it. Brown curls, caramel eyes and a mischievous smile staring right back at him. There was no magic humming around but his own core, so before his hopes-meter started descending, he set out to follow protocol and begin the search. Two hours dedicated to ask around town for I.D. recognition, which he officially hated. He was doing it again. Standing like an idiot on the sidewalk. This time, under the spotlight of a lamppost, lost in thought. No one remembered seen the tourist girl from the picture. Across the street was a red-head lady sweeping the front of a book shop. It was a very small shop. It had more books displayed outside on the sidewalk than on the stall sized shop. She stopped sweeping and resting all her weight on her broom stared right at him. She suddenly gave him the vibe of an older version of the Weasley girl. Huh! Books... Malfoy sprinted across to approach the lady. She hadn’t moved from her standing position. Now from a close look he couldn’t help by noticing she had an hibiscus flower adorning her red frizzy strands, already showing some grey streaks. Without any introductions he showed her the still photo 