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A fluffly little Non-magic Rumbelle meet cute.
The man opposite her pulled a pair of knitting needles and chunky blue yarn from a weathered satchel. He’d been looking jittery since the train ground to a halt fifteen minutes ago, but the instant the wool was in his hands the tension eased from him. The hard frown lines between his eyes softened into ones of gentle concentration. There was almost a smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he broke the paper band around the wool and found the loose end.