The sound of constant steaming, clanking, and yelling in the small spaced workplace was enough to drive you insane. It was unbelievably hot inside despite the many fans. The sun was shining inside brightly like a beacon. Everyone was sweating. And the coffee was doing no good to keep you from exploding on customers. After countless of rude and grossly flirty customers you had to take a break. You couldn’t stand it any longer. And so, sitting outside on a bench was the best you could do. The sun felt scorching hot on your skin. You held your head down. Staring at the ground, trying to catch your breath and ground yourself.

During the school seasons you worked as a professor for Hogwarts. Yet even with your career you couldn’t seem to live comfortably. And the only option left was to get a second job during the summers. As a muggle. At a muggle cafe. As a barista.

Sighing in defeat, you prepared yourself for the rest of your work day. Standing up, albeit shakily, you stretched and let out a long sigh.

“My, aren’t you a… sight.” an unusually familiar baritone voice drawled out. The pause sounding almost as if he was to compliment you. But no, it was a snarky toned remark. Obviously taking in your exhaustion.