Albus was never without a quill, parchment, and a book. Sometimes he even had three books with him because he couldn't pick just one. Not everyone understood how he could read several books at once, but Albus found it easy if the material was good. Now that school was over? Forever? He started hefting a bag filled with multiple quills, parchment, muggle pens, muggle loose-leaf paper, and at least five books around town with him. He found the silver lining in not having a university in the village; he could spend as much time writing, drawing, and reading as he wanted. More importantly, he could study whatever interested him now. Still, he needed to find a full-time occupation. He liked working his odd jobs, but he was meant to be an adult, right? He needed something bigger, something more important. He made a note to discuss options with his best mates and family.
He was sitting on a bench with paper and books strewn about him when he heard his name. His face lit up. "Hullo, Ms. Helga!" In pure Alby fashion, he got up too quickly and tripped over everything he had about him. "Oops, sorry," he said sheepishly. "How are you! I missed you!"