#ngstart

The cat didn’t look starved for anything, but it still stared at him from where he stood in front of the shop. It had large eyes, and it didn’t blink even once. It made him uncomfortable. Teddy had a kneazle of his own, but this once seemed incredibly focused on the object in his hand. A muffin, to be exact. With a sigh of defeat ( this mental test of wills was grating), he bent down and let the little beast indulge himself in his morning breakfast. “Spoiled beast.”

“Why are you worrying so much? You look fine!” Lucy stated, her lips curling up in a small smile as she looked over at the other individual. “Who are you trying to impress, anyway?” 

“You think I’d be a good teacher? I'm good with kids -- I think.” Louis asked, knowing full well that the answer was no, and even if it wasn’t, he highly doubted Hogwarts would have him back to teach after his track record as a student. He barely left any time for them to respond before: “Or maybe I could write a column! Hm, but what would I write about?” He paused for a moment, before jolting up in his seat. “Dragonkeeping! I’d be good at that. And I bet they’re not even that dangerous. Uncle Charlie does it!” Looking for something he enjoyed was beginning to seem impossible. Everyone else had their 'thing' already, but he just didn't. 

"This is the third dinner party this month.” Scorpius groaned, falling into one of the low sofas at the small cafe. “He must be going for a promotion or something.” It seemed that his home was only ever full of people when something big was happening -- whether that was at work or within the family. Either way, his father never usually got Scorpius too involved with the preparations. They had others that would sort the food, the decor, and most everything else, so there was never a need. But now he was supposed to invite colleagues from work or his friends? It was out of the ordinary. “So, out of curiosity... What are you doing this weekend?” 

“Do you ever wish we were back at Hogwarts?” 

“Why did I think I could do what my mother does?” Rose stared off into space not realising that she had even spoke, being stuck in her little office had almost driven her mad and pushed her into needing to escape. It was the feeling of suffocation that had brought her to the little muggle cafe contemplating her life choices. “Am I being completely delusional?”