The Hmm Cafe



'''Welcome to the Hmm Cafe! Have a cup of tea or maybe a homebaked muffin. Take a seat and breathe in the sweet smell of baked goods. Everything here is homemade and made with all natural ingredients and even real brewed tea.'''

Menu
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Employees
 Owner/Manager: Jordan Park

 Cooks: Holly Bateson

 Waiters/Waitresses: Emerald Daniels

Archives

 * Archive One
 * Archive Two <--
 * Archive Three
 * Archive Four
 * Archive Five
 * Archive Six
 * Archive Seven
 * Archive Eight
 * Archive Nine
 * Archive Ten

London and Davu
the boutique was closed today, since london had some business to conduct away from the store, and none of there were no employees around to fill in gaps between schedules, so he just decided to give everyone a break and go out to hogsmeade for inspiriation. his jacket, an original he had made, was patterned in kente exclusively imported from ghana, and threaded with gold to match his black jeans and cotton shirt. he had his usual smile, but was avoiding the eyes of people around him.

london wasn't a coffee person. never was. never will be. he didn't need coffee anyway, he functioned on his own natural hyperness. he was tapping his foot as the line pushed forward, and involuntarily studying the shirt of the person in front of him, wondering if this was the inspiration he'd come for.

he simply smiled at davu when he looked back because he smiled at everyone. his eyes followed davu's shirt as davu stepped away, studying the pattern of it. he shook himself from the distraction and ordered butterbeer and large chocolate chip cookies before stepping away and pulling out his notebook to quickly sketch the pattern of the shirt while he still could.

he quickly put his pen and notebook back in the bag and went up to get his order, hoping the person with the shirt wouldn't leave soon so he could study it.

london froze, feeling the coffee soak into his clothes. not only was it hot, it had ruined his jacket and his shirt. his eye twitched, but he took some deep breathes and closed his eyes to stop himself from yelling at the stranger. "it's fine," he said through gritted teeth. "it's fine."

"this is an original that took hundreds of galleons to make," he said calmly. "trust me, your wallet won't survive the cost to replace this. just, just, calm down." he placed his hand on davu's wand before he cast the spell. "i'll do it myself, just calm down, please. there's no reason to make a fuss over it."

"i—" he stopped, staring at davu awkwardly, not knowing what to do. "you've been forgived?" he said, although more like a question. "there is something you can do, just calm down and we'll work it out. okay?"

"you can take this money and buy yourself a new cup of coffee," he said, pulling money out of his bag. "and then we can talk about the circumstances." ew, he could feel the coffee soak into his clothes. he needed to fix this as quickly as possible.

"aigoo," he remarked in korean, under his breath. "he's making a scene." he breathed out through his nose and placed the money in davu's hands. "please. take it. i promise you, everything will be fine if you just take the money, sir."

he nearly responded but just pressed his lips together and firmly exhaled. he turned around and went to find a seat, muttering aigoo, to himself as he went.

"yes, and also, is it in your nature to be so incredibly stubborn?" he remarked rather dryly, taking a sip of his butterbeer.

"what else was i going to do with it?" he asked. "i can't just take this to the dry cleaners and this will take hours to remove the liquid so i just figured i'd give the money to someone else. speaking of that, you were very adamant about taking the money. my mother would've been offended if you hadn't taken it. korea has this giant thing with sharing and community over the individual. you're lucky this is britain or we would still be arguing."

"the cloth is magic resistant. trust me, the spell wouldn't do much," he reassured. "i'll just have to take it home and fix it myself." he waved his hand dismissively and took another sip of his butterbeer.