 ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
He made a face as she described her day. "That sounds a lot." Ew. How was she so energetic for it, though? Why wasn't he? Maybe he should brew himself a potion to fix that...
He smiled at her. And he loved her for it: Her dedication, energy... on some days, she was his pushing force. His face lit up at the talk of lunch.
"I pretty much set up my own schedule during the day." Perks of being the only potioneer in the lot. "So when are we meeting for lunch?"
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