More than that, however, I love working on a college campus that has a large enough Harry Potter fanbase to have a freakin’ Quidditch team. That is a bit odd, but hey, there are worse hobbies to have.

Today, the tattoo got me free chocolate. \o/

With that in mind, I tend to go to the smaller coffee houses for lunch. Out of the three nearby, one has better french press coffee than the others, so if I want actual coffee I go there.

Today? Today was amazing and fun.

The girl at the register, after I ordered a French press coffee to go, looked at my arm, looked at me, back at my arm, then to me again and said, “I see you like your coffee like your soul.”

“A bad habit that I can’t seem to shake?” (Yeah, shut it, I’m not terribly awake, hence, mid-afternoon coffee.)

“Black, bitter and prone to making people jittery and nervous.”

“…I’m using that in future.”

Hearing this, the other employee working, a tall, skinny, mostly bald, soft spoken man who looked to be in his late 60s, came over to where I was standing and we had this conversation.

“Oh, now, don’t pay *girl’s name* much mind, I know how tough it must be for your sort to reintegrate into proper society.”

I stood there rather taken aback; it didn’t register, at first, what in the hell he was talking about! Once the gears in my head made the connection, I laughed, however.
He started asking me where I worked, what I did, usual small talk stuff, and at the end handed me a rather large spoon FULL of the dark chocolate topping they make there for use on ice cream.

“I figure,” conversation went from about my job back into the silly, and the old guy was grinning, “if anyone could use some cheering up, it would be one of you lot! Chin up! It could be worse, you could have been killed or sent to Azkaban.” 

“Do I get more free chocolate if I cheer up?”

“Not if, until.”

“Do you mind if I grab a booth and mope for the rest of the afternoon, or until you close?”

The poor girl at the register was trying so, so hard to not laugh; there were other customers in the store and she still had to be all professional and whatnot.

Alas, at that point, my coffee was done and reality decided it best to remind me that I probably should get back to work, but still, that was one fun conversation.