-1Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. The idea of Mason. And Micheal is a real person. The rest yes I own

Well to start I work at a coffee shop. The kind that should be making millions but always seems to be on the verge of bankruptcy. Its not very high tech. either. We have no lockers to put our stuff. We have to clock in by inputting our last four digits of our Social Security numbers, but I love it. The couple who owned Buscha & Jodick café, had come to the U.S. in the early 1930s as frivolous teens. Lucky they did, because six years later, Hitler invaded and WWII got started. The husband's, John, brother had come over to, along with his wife and son. The brother, Joseph, had entered the war, but was shot down over the English channel. The wife left the family and son soon after. John and his wife, Mary, tried to raise the child, yet when the Vietnam War rolled around he enlisted and was killed in a hole from a cobra bite.

I met the couple in 2002, when John was turning 88. Meeting him you would be surprised of his age, since he still is 30 at heart. Mary does have some credit, she is 85, and acts 20. Yet, suffers from emphysema. I was 16, and going in and out of foster homes. John and Mary saved me from going down the wrong path. They offered me a job, and home.

Now, not to say I never wondered about them. I mean, come on! 88,85 and STILL running a coffee shop?! What did they take in the mornings?! As time went on, I learned not to question because questions usually always lead to answers, answers were usually bad. Examples? Okay: 'where is mommy?' in the morgue, 'where is daddy?' no idea, 'why am I so different?' because you're a freak…see what I mean?

I do credit the couple to be very accepting: deaths, life, war, and especially me. I don't think I'm strange, but I have known myself my whole life. Then again, who accepts a petite, brown and golden haired, willowy teen with one blue eye and one violet? Not many, which Is why I wear a contact to match my blue eye. Though one thing is sublime about me. I can See. No not see but See. I can see what you are going to do, what you have done, how you fell, what you think. I Know. You cant hide anything from me. Now that was my background, this is my story:

I work everyday for at least 12 hours. Its not as hard as it seems. As I said, this shop is not very known. We do have very many regulars, just not at once. I do have four favorite people who come in. Sgt. Michell, an old, retired mariner, loves to talk. He has never been married, but doesn't mind sharing his "conquest" stories with anyone. He is in his 80s and very senile. Its almost too funny to watch him go off about nothing. Second we have Ms. Periwinkle, the self-proclaimed gypsy. Classic bug eyed glasses, too many scarves, jewels, and of course she's psychic. She is one of the most interesting people. Third we have Micheal, a retired bull rider. He has a twitch and a stutter that I cant place as a stroke or born with it. I used to stare at him and try to figure it out and play it off as if I was listening intently. Finally, we have Mason. Oh Mason, Mason, Mason. Probably one of the stupidest yet most caring people I have every met. He drinks in the morning, afternoon, night, anytime. He lives in my apartment probably 80 of the time and the other 20 percent….I don't want to know. He is VERY handsome and when he lives with me I have three questions to ask: What's he doing? What's he doing it with? If I walk through that door am I going to see it? I say 'what' because Mason is an "equal opportunist", otherwise meaning he swings in both directions.

Darn it! By the way, Hi! I'm Georgina! Or to most George, and to Mason Georgie. Anyways, now you know the "family", I can continue. Now, today was suppose to be normal, but then God hates me, so of course is was not normal. Oh it started out normal, I came in, found Mason In a booth, put him to bed in my apartment above the shop, took a break at 10, worked till 12, had lunch, 12:30 Peri (Ms. Periwinkle) came in predicting the usual impending doom and destruction., at one I woke Mason up, got him something to eat, served coffee. Around 2:00 it proved to be interesting. A family of British red heads (A/N wonder who) come in, along with a few others, all in all there where about 13 or 14. A silver haired lady accompanied them, with a pink haired lady, a harried looking man, a man with one eye and one leg, and a very interesting old guy.

"Tha' Sumthin' you don' see everyday," said Micheal, in his southern twang, interrupting that very same thought.

"I agree," I said as I headed over to their table to take their orders. Being me and in a relatively playful mood, I decided to mess with their heads.

"¿Hola! puedo tomo su orden?" I asked with an inquisitive look on my face. I could hear Mason crack up behind me. Their look was priceless.

"W-What?" said one of the red heads. I smiled and repeated the question, this time in English.

"May I take your order?" The old man with the remarkable beard was amused, I could tell by the yellow dotting his aura.

"Do you have any tea?" he asked. Mason was full blown laughing now, until Micheal hit him upside the head. I think he is still drunk.
" We do," I answered, "We have peach, raspberry, green, regular, and sweet." I got my answers almost immediately.

"Peach" said the older red headed, the mother my guess and her daughter along with the silver haired woman, French from her accent.

"Green" ordered the old man, claiming he always wanted to try it.

"Regular: was the twins and younger red head boy.

"Sweet" was the pink haired lady's order.

"Raspberry" was the harried looking man's order and the remaining red heads. I turned to the man with the strange eye and leg.

"Coffee…black." he ordered in a gruff voice.

"Okay so that's 3 peach, one green, 3 regular, one sweet, 4 raspberry, and one black coffee?" at their nod I walked back to the back to get their order. I had to stop along the way to smack Mason who was playing with the sugar receiving a HEY in return. Mr. Mistal greeted me in his softly accented voice. Mrs. Mistal was in bed today.

"Make sure they tip" he joked with a smirk. It was a joke between us. I smirked back and returned to take the drinks to the table. The talking stopped as soon as I arrived. As I was setting down the drinks, I felt the intense gaze of the harried man, I smile at him when I set down his drink.

"Excuse me.." asked the old man, I could hear the question in his voice.

"George," I supplied. I heard a snicker from the twins. "Mine too," was the reply I got after I glared at him.

"George have you seen any strange stuff lately?" asked the old man, recalling my attention. ' You mean other than the murders and rapes I see in peoples past' I thought. I looked over at Mason who was currently trying to pick pocket a woman and getting hit by Peri.

"No sir," I answered, "Are you ready for your check?" I asked, ready for them to be out of there. I placed the check in the center of the table and left. After they left, I was cleaning up the table when I found a wallet. I opened it up to check the I.D. and found a name

Remus J. Lupin.

A/N okay I'm going to leave it there.

Bushca and Jodick mean Grandmother and Grandfather in Polish, im not sure about the spelling

As for the cobra thing

In the Vietnam war the Vietnamese used to put cobras in holes that the soldiers would have to crawl in. They carried a gun to try and shoot the snakes, but were not always successful.

R&R!!!