ordinary magic

“Ahhh, tough work days?” she wondered as she picked up a chip. “I’m doing pretty good. I’ve got to head back to work in twenty minutes, but even that doesn’t seem so bad.” 

Long, more than anything. They have people working on the Muggle Worthy Excuse Committee that have never spoken to Muggles so it makes my job a bit harder. Yeah? Where are you working now? 

“Casual, hmm?”

Last I checked. 

“I may just take you up on that. Besides, who doesn’t like a friendly face around when they’re eating?” Elliott laughed slightly as she took a seat with him. “Thanks. How are you doing today? Apart from enjoying a free show, anyway.” 

There’s plenty left, so help yourself. I’m pretty good. Any day I don’t have to work is a good one in my book. How have you been? Other than losing your lunch. 

“You manage that just fine without the assumptions.”

I’m not the one getting offended because someone makes a casual comment. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Haven’t you ever heard it’s rude to assume, makes an ass out of you and me? 

“Somehow my stomach isn’t comforted by that fact. It’s alright though, my fault for leaving it out. At least you got a show out of it.” 

You’re welcome to some of my chips if you want them. It’s the least I can do for getting free entertainment. 

“Eurgh. Does it look like something I’d own?”

I wouldn’t assume I know anything about you. 

Elliott had only popped into the cafe to use the loo quickly before returning to her tea and snack to find… “Well, it was,” she sighed, watching as the birds fought over her lunch. 

Well, at least you know it must be pretty good.