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There's a shop just off Diagon Alley that sells a truly remarkable array of robes for any witch or wizard in need of a cheaper option. They often hire Hogwarts Alumni and the turn around on these employees is usually fast. Most stay for a few months, maybe a year, until they find something that pays better. Evvie was working here now and thought it was actually rather charming. Not everything had lace and ruffles from the 1700's, but she was just ironing an apron that couldn't have more lace or ruffles on it if it tried. She was also counting receipts, putting price tags on a new supply of old Quidditch robes and staring out the window aimlessly. The bell tinkled and she looked up, flicking her wand a little too vigorously and the iron let out a puff of steam. "Oh, hello, haven't seen you since, well- Hogwarts I guess!"

Sybil chews absently on the handle of her wand as she listens to the professor, lets out a small laugh as he demonstrates the charm they are to practise. Then Flitwick tells the class to carry on, and Sybill's banishment charm goes wonky and her pillow flies out into the corridor, and hits a passerby in the leg. "Shit, sorry-" it's an older student, she wonders vaguely what they are doing out of class in the middle of the school day.

"Look at these babies! I swear all this wanking is paying off, go on give it a squeeze!"

"Well that the stupidest fucking question I've ever heard." Al is flipping through her History Of Magic textbook while she levitates some milk into her tea.

“Uh, help?”