I am not meant for customer service. Not in an 'I'm meant for something greater!' way, but in a 'if this continues, I'm meant for a life term in Azkaban' sort of way.

Technically, I should not tell off the customers. Especially when half of them are rich tourists and the other half are people I've known since I was born. Even when the tourists are obnoxious and ask me to "say things in an Irish accent" (oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I wasn't already speaking in my native accent) and the natives pat me on the head and tell me going to boarding school was a lovely attempt at escaping this tiny town but, you know, something about Ireland always calls you back. Yeah, it's called the lack of money, you daft bastards.

It doesn't help that when I slip and say something I shouldn't, I get stared at for a few moments, and that's all. The behavior resumes as normal the next day. (I suspect it is because of my stature; if they could not actually pat me in the head god I am going to break someone's wrist they would perhaps actually listen to what I am saying. I need backup.)

And don't even get me started on the chauvinism, male and otherwise. Then I will probably break my quill and upset Katherine, neither of which we want.





They're all Muggles. I have my wand tucked into my belt. Somebody give me a very good reason not take it out.