Over time, one comes to know the rhythms of the places one frequents. The ebb and flow of one's favourite tea-shop's customers is a remarkably predictable thing, varying only in its precise compositions. True, the rhythm may appear chaotic to those who look on it from without, but in actuality it is not. No, most often all that is portended by the semblance of disorder is a minor variation, a sub-rhythm occurring more or less regularly than an outsider expects. Nonetheless it is, in fact, regular; and one gets used to that. After too long a time forced to endure the endless mewlings of incompetent students and excessively interfering parents, one comes to appreciate- nay, cherish- the continuity of a decently secluded booth in a reasonably quiet tea-shop.
Which is why the arrival of the red-headed American woman all but knocked me from my seat. The door to T. M. Ward's (a painfully plain shop to be sure, but many things of excellence may be hidden in plain sight and this is no exception) slammed open with the force of one of Longbottom's exploding cauldrons, and she stormed in. "That- is- IT!" she yelled, though neither I nor the girl behind the counter seemed to be addressed. "I've had ENOUGH! First they leave mouse guts all over the garbage disposal, then they slap a Post-It on my desk and head off to England, then they nearly get themselves blown up and expect me to do something about it! Coffee, black, strongest ya got," she added, that last flung at the counter-witch.
"Ah. . . we don't-"
"Iron Goddess of Mercy, then! With extra sugar!" There was a peculiarly nasal whine to her voice, characteristic of those folk with the incredible ill fortune to populate the vicinity of New York City. "Oooh, one of these days Dr. V's gonna wake up with both my hands wrapped around his neck-"
"Madam," I said- for I sensed I was on the verge of losing my own temper- "would you please be so kind as to curb your ranting? Some of us come to this place looking for peace and quiet, thank you."
She stared at me over her half-moon glasses. "Sorry," she snapped, sounding not the least bit so. "I just flew across the Atlantic on a borrowed broom with a spare proton pack on my back, all because my boss couldn't keep track of-"
"You are making the mistake of assuming that I care," I returned.
I had thought that might silence her, or at least send her away, but it appeared I was mistaken. She completely ignored me, and kept right on talking. "-straight into the Irish Sea!" she was saying as my sentence finished. Merlin and Dee together, she then proceeded to sit down across from me! Without so much as a by-your-leave! "I'll tell you, if I don't get hazard pay for this, they're gonna regret it-"
Not quite sympathy, but.
Which is why the arrival of the red-headed American woman all but knocked me from my seat. The door to T. M. Ward's (a painfully plain shop to be sure, but many things of excellence may be hidden in plain sight and this is no exception) slammed open with the force of one of Longbottom's exploding cauldrons, and she stormed in. "That- is- IT!" she yelled, though neither I nor the girl behind the counter seemed to be addressed. "I've had ENOUGH! First they leave mouse guts all over the garbage disposal, then they slap a Post-It on my desk and head off to England, then they nearly get themselves blown up and expect me to do something about it! Coffee, black, strongest ya got," she added, that last flung at the counter-witch.
"Ah. . . we don't-"
"Iron Goddess of Mercy, then! With extra sugar!" There was a peculiarly nasal whine to her voice, characteristic of those folk with the incredible ill fortune to populate the vicinity of New York City. "Oooh, one of these days Dr. V's gonna wake up with both my hands wrapped around his neck-"
"Madam," I said- for I sensed I was on the verge of losing my own temper- "would you please be so kind as to curb your ranting? Some of us come to this place looking for peace and quiet, thank you."
She stared at me over her half-moon glasses. "Sorry," she snapped, sounding not the least bit so. "I just flew across the Atlantic on a borrowed broom with a spare proton pack on my back, all because my boss couldn't keep track of-"
"You are making the mistake of assuming that I care," I returned.
I had thought that might silence her, or at least send her away, but it appeared I was mistaken. She completely ignored me, and kept right on talking. "-straight into the Irish Sea!" she was saying as my sentence finished. Merlin and Dee together, she then proceeded to sit down across from me! Without so much as a by-your-leave! "I'll tell you, if I don't get hazard pay for this, they're gonna regret it-"
"Madam, please, remove yourself-"
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