Hermione sighed. The war was finally over, Voldemort was defeated, but there were still Death Eaters out there, and aurors were still needed. She, Harry, and Ron were all training to become aurors for the ministry in their spare time. To earn some extra money, Hermione had decided to take up a job in waitressing. It wasn't going very well. She trained in the afternoons and nights, and worked in the mornings, earning herself about three hours of sleep a day.
Rubbing her tired eyes, she made her way over to a table where an old man with a long beard and piercing blue eyes had just sat. He looked just as tired as she felt, as though he had just escaped from death.
"Hello," she said in a bored tone, "welcome to our diner. What can I interest you in?"
"I would like some toast, please," said the man, his voice calm and level.
"Would you care for some jam with that, sir?" asked Hermione, scribbling down his order on a little notepad.
"Yes," said the man with a smile, "I think that raspberry would be nice."