Eddie looked back towards his room thinking of the piles of paper work still sitting there when this ended, "It's coming along," he said shakily, "they tend to finish themselves at one point. Well at least everything except for potions." He wished he could find something else to talk about besides work but he was drawing blanks on every topic. Eddie stood up, and walked towards the small kitchenette, "Would you like something to drink?" he said as he opened the fridge to fill a glass with water.