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Albus Potter is freaking RIGHT OUT. (_alsevpotter) wrote in makebelievelog,

"Soup! Or, well, suppose it's more of a stew, not a lot of room left for the broth." Al clonked his head against a cupboard door, sending a small plate of chopped carrots toward the floor. It would be a brilliant time to curse. Truly. Absolutely the best, between the head smacking and the carrot dropping, but he was in too good of a mood to be fussed.

Said good mood mostly coming from being off a probation period at work. Honestly, he wasn't sure the ladies weren't teasing him just a little bit over it all. They hadn't even made it hard to come back to work, they just enjoyed heckling him whenever something went wrong.

"If you're hungry, we've got some bread just out of the oven over there." He tried, sort of, to gesture at a far metal rack where trays of bread loaves were cooling.