Harry has been all over the state. From El Paso down to Brownsville, up to Amarillo, across to Orange, and everywhere in between. With nothing but him and his ever-changing food truck, Harry has lived the life of a nomad, never staying in one place long enough to get comfortable. When he meets French unicorn farmer Fleur Delacour, with her dirty boots and jeans, he begins to think that maybe, just maybe, it might be worth staying in one place for a while. . . "Fleur, drop what you're doing, we gotta go," said Luc Bennet, the farm hand storming into the barn, interrupting her brushing of Bonnie, the largest of the unicorns.
"What is it Luc? Is it Betsy? Is she sick again?" Luc shook his head.
"Naw, she's fine. This is better. "Tea Time and a Taco Truck" is in town for the next few days. It's been over a year! Let's get some tacos!" The younger man was excited, of that she could clearly see.
"If you want to go to a silly little food truck, then go Luc. Just be back for the afternoon. Clyde still needs his potions." Luc looked horrified.
"Fleur Delacour, that is offensive. Harry Potter makes the best damn tacos North of I-10, and that ain't no exaggeration." He grabbed Fleur's hand and began dragging her out of the barn towards the pickup. "Potter grew up on the streets of Texas, so he ain't no pretentious Austin boy. He's homegrown, old fashioned, and a wizard in the kitchen. You fix'n to fall in love, I guarantee it."