"I was never very good at keeping them," Albus admitted absently. Dragging his fingers through his hair, he sighed and gave up on the parchment in front of him, instead casting his gaze up to where Alphard stood silhouetted in the doorway. "Has the pub cleared out already?"
A part of him missed working behind the bar. It had been such a departure for him when he'd first arrived on the island but now, over a year later... If he was honest these days he felt more out of his comfort zone marking assessments than he did pulling pints. Perhaps that was a mark of how much this place had changed him. Whether it was for better or worse, of course, was a matter of opinion.