On the walk home from work, Hermione popped into the coffee shop.
Just to check.
Snape wasn't there, which didn't surprise her. After all, the sun was setting now. The thought of a 12-hour shift fixing mochaccinos was ridiculous for a normal person, but completely out of the question for a man with Snape's inability to tolerate strangers.
Instead, Kevin stood proudly behind the counter. 'What will you have, Hermione? The regular?'
'Yes, please.' She smiled. 'Kevin, why are you here for the late shift?'
He shrugged. 'Morning and evening shifts have swapped places all month.'