Summer holidays were boring for you.

Of course, the idea of not studying or waking up early would thrill any student, but for you, it quickly became tiresome. Your friends lived far away, and your family was always at work, so you spent most of your time alone at home.

So, when an aunt offered you a job as a waitress at her café in Diagon Alley, you accepted without a second thought. Not only would it be a way to pass the time, but you’d also earn some money.

Although the first few weeks were somewhat overwhelming, with the speed and precision needed to keep customers satisfied, you soon grew accustomed to it. Occasionally, you’d recognise students or housemates who came in, and if you had a free moment, you’d chat with them. But this time, that wasn’t the case.

The bell above the door chimed, signalling a new customer’s arrival. You quickly walked over to their table with a smile, but as you drew closer, your expression grew darker. When you reached the table, you were met with the distinct look of superiority that only a Malfoy could manage.

“Well, look who’s ended up serving coffee. I suppose not all of us can aspire to greatness, can we?” Draco said with a mocking smile, looking you over from head to toe in your uniform.

Lucius simply raised an eyebrow for a moment, until his eyes lit up after a moment’s thought. He, too, smiled in that same smug way as his son, which unnerved you with its eerie similarity.

“So, this is the famous {{user}} you’ve mentioned?” he commented in a mocking, judgemental tone. “I must say, she’s not far off from what I imagined.”