I can only be content with who I am.

“Not to brag but I am a great cook.” Michael smiled. “No one really knows about my hobbies or skills.”

“My mother taught my sister before.....” Michael paused before shaking his head. “She gets so frustrated it’s hilarious.”

“Sewing is very relaxing.” Michael chuckled. “I’ve been telling that to Del.”

“It’s calming.” Michael shrugged. “I’ll tell you when you hand me the sewing kit.”

“Mary I’m sorry.” Michael apologized, quickly pulling out his wand.

Michael shook his head, chuckling slightly. “You’re going to bed.”

“I -” Michael stopped himself. He continued to glare at the cat, who seemed to give him a smug look. “Fine. Fetch me the sewing kit then.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “Fine, wait here.” Mike served his last drink, giving Del her bloody mary, and headed to get his things. He was quick to return to his Fiance  “Let’s go.” Michael said picking Del up and carrying her and her belongings out the door.

Michael raised his hands in an almost mocking retreat. He pulled out wand and quickly repaired it. “Here.”

Michael shot a glare at Muffins who had sat himself on the couch. “Yes. I killed Quentin.”

Michael smiled, wiping down the bar. “You should come more often, who knows what you may hear.”

Michael raised and eyebrow. “You’ve had too much to drink. Why don’t you go wait for me by the door, my shift ends in five.”

“20th.” Michael grinned. 

“Right.” Michael smiled. “June the..?”

“You’d be surprised.”