"Parkinson," never had I seen such illegible writing before. The side of the cup was marked in thick loops instead of actual letters, "what is this?" An hour of reading her handwriting had taken a toll on my good mood. She smiled winningly at the next customer before turned on her heels, her sunny expression deteriorated with break neck speeds leaving me with the grinds of her personality.

"Macchiato, two pumps of hazelnut, three pumps of vanilla, and two shots of espresso." She rolled her eyes as I tossed out her cup and rewrote it, "you'd think the brightest witch of her age could read." And just like that the sun had risen on her visage. She turned back to her customers and continued sloppily scribbling orders.

I was so happy I could kiss the manager when he flipped the sign from Open to Closed. Pansy was perched on the counter counting her tips when Matt slid beside her, eyes hooded.

"Are you sure you've never worked the counter before," I could see his breath rustling the dark hairs on her pale cheeks. She flipped through the bills without a care for his advances and even went so far as to push him back, her emerald fingernail pressed to his nose.

Rejection never hurt his ego. He snagged a few bills from her wad and handed them to me, "great first day ladies." He dropped a key onto the bar, "don't forget to lock up." That caught Pansy's attention. She ripped her gaze away from her tips and went for her wand.

"Excuse me?" I grabbed her by her arms, guiding her off the counter and into a more natural position.

"We're hardly qualified," I tried to explain, but he slipped out without another glance in our direction. Pansy was quick to cast a wandless 'notice me not' charm and went on about her happy business when it came to cleaning. Brushes and brooms sprung to life in a Disney-esqe show while she took a seat and sipped her reheated coffee. I tugged my books from my bag in an attempt to get in some last minute studying when several more notes landed on the page.

"He didn't split it fairly," was all she said. The brooms fell to the ground in an untrained, clattering mess before flinging themselves back into their places, "let's go. I'm sick of this place already."

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Blaise

Weasel and Potter were too good. From catching a pretty girl's run away ribbon to helping our fellow classmates carry their thing they were good through and through. It was sickening.

I never thought I'd actually miss Malfoy. At least he knew how to take a joke. The Try-Hard Two were so lacking in the humor department McGonagall looked cheerful. On the other hand there was one thing they were good for. Math. I didn't get it to put it simply and the Do-Good Duo were always happy to help where they could -even if they couldn't.

Ms. Hannibal was tittering on abd on about variants and exponents or whatever and I could feel my brain slowly melting out of my head. This was worse than charms and herbology and care of magical creatures combined. This was the true witchcraft.

"...Blaise?" Our professor stood in front of my desk, tanned hands clasped before her while her dark eyes judged my very existence. If I had my wand I I could work my way into her mind, but seeing as how Granger confiscated it this morning for floating muggles I was without.

"Well don't keep us waiting," she hissed, "since you're so proficient in algebra that you felt it appropriate to hum during my lecture you can teach the class." She swatted me from my seat and lightly nudged me towards the board.

I watched the snickers spread around the room as I stared at the equation in mild confusion. Since when did the alphabet have a thing to do with math? This wasn't covered in my 'before-Hogwarts' training.

"In this case you multiply 5 by the number up top," I put my hands in my pockets and whispered legemins . Her thoughts slowly became clear as I rooted around for the answers. "Then you even in out and solve for x." Her eyebrows shot up and a small smile graced her face.

"Well done Mr. Zabini," she stood from my desk, "now take a seat and stop humming." I did as told feeling spent and a little ashamed. If not for the current state of exhaustion I'd have snapped back at Potter, after all he was tapping me like a mad man, but I simply didn't have the strength. Wandless magic sucked energy from your core. It wasn't to be done without training and I'd pulled off a pretty difficult spell on well power alone. All of this to save my pride.

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Someone asked about chapters in other point of views and while I didn't intend on it I figured, why not ? This is (some) their first time in the muggle world. This would be a wasted opportunity. Review please