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Lissy Longbottom 
Calloway was tired. He'd moved into a new apartment this weekend, a much NICER apartment than he'd had before, and he was exhausted. It was hard moving when you only had your dad to help you...the magic was a bit helpful, but it was a heavily muggle area as well so they could only do so much. His arms ached from moving things all day, and he simply could NOT focus on his work anymore.
So, early lunch it was. Maybe he'd be able to get some work done once he was properly refueled. Taking his lunch and his second coffee of the day to an empty table, he slid into the seat with a yawn and began to eat.
aslan evans. mother of two. alchemist. unspeakable. exhausted.
the cup of tea in their hands was strong but not strong enough to get them through what had begun as a very long night. Desdemona was sick. they had contracted an awful virus and had spent the better part of the evening making sacrifices to the god of porcelain. Aslan had only been able to hold back their hair and wipe away furious tears while the flu had run its course, and while the child of ten was fine now, it had taken up the better part of the night. In fewer words, Aslan hat not slept.
Barely aware of the young man, aslan sat down at his table and heaved a great sigh.
“You look tired too.” She did not know him personally. She had seen him, however, at Ministry events and the day to day here and while Aslan was not known for making conversation, she needed something to focus her brain on.