 Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up
The face Sailor made there. Furrowed brows. Disbelief. Just a second away from snorting, though he held that back thankfully.
Sailor was very much aware of what his weaknesses were. It was important to be so, especially with the generally unacceptable activities he'd been involving himself in. But in that regard, he found it laughable that Vera would figure out his weaknesses. "Alright. Good luck," he replied. She would need it. Though, she could stick to implying he was dumb. It was something he was sure he wasn't. He was a believer of working smarter and not harder. Waiting tables in the restaurant required both, though, but he had the tips to look forward to. He, however, wasn't sure what Vera meant by 'the room'. The...kitchens? Or the room of requirement? "I'm not sure what you mean by that," Sailor had to admit. "But it is torture to recreate the good scent and not be able to eat something associated with it." He likened it to someone dangling food in front of him and then that someone eating it. Growing boys, like him, would despise.
But with all this talk on his favourite food and eventually the family restaurant, Sailor should have expected Vera's next question to come. He never talked about it with anyone. He had perfectly dodged specifics of his life whenever anyone asked. In fact, he'd much prefer people not knowing where the restaurant was because a part of him was quite frankly embarrassed by his reality. There were actual children of CEOs, Quidditch players, ministry officials, and just general well-off people, who went to Hogwarts with him and Haven. Waiting tables and folding dumplings in a small family-run restaurant for years paled in comparison to the lavish lives those other kids had. Lives he could only pretend to know. Sailor pretended to adjust his shoelaces again as a means to delay his response, mentally berating himself for digging up this hole himself. "In Reading. Where we live." Plain and simple. A can of worms, he'd opened. A can of worms, he'd also try to stubbornly close shut.
From his distance, Sailor squinted at the object as Vera washed it clean with her spell. "People lose their eyeglasses here too?" He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. See, this is why the staff should just remove the swamp altogether. Nobody really seemed to consider the number of items lost to the swamp. "How long do you think that's been down there?" Imagine if that person had already long graduated. Tragic.
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