"Yes, yes, headmaster Crowley. Everything is fine- Thank you, thank you, bye-bye." Sam says, smiling brightly and shutting the door to his shop after the headmaster left. He groans and turns around, his hands on his hips and a tired look in his eyes.

You peek out from behind the counter, hidden from getting caught of skipping class. "So I can stay here?"

He snorts in response and resumes to doing his duties in the school shop. "Suit yourself. I ain't no snitch."