Albus looked up at Scorpius, a little surprised to see him there. He sipped his coffee and then gave him a small smile. "Hey. Haven't seen you in a while." He replied and then motioned for Scorpius to sit down. "How have you been?"
Marc Flint didn't exactly like to work at the coffee house, but his parents had insisted he get a job to pay for the broom he so desperately wanted. He hated serving people's coffee and for people to refer to him as a barista. Because he wasn't a barista. He was a Quidditch player. He looked at the boy whom he vaguely knew from school and frowned. "Can I help you?"
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