Thursday
1021
Hans leaned back in the cafe chair until his back popped, looking down the street with a mildly bored expression. London was significantly less green than Bavaria, and it was pissing him off. Why build an entire area for the Magical community and not use said magic to add a park? It was ridiculous.
So, this was his life now. He was going to spend roughly 300 days in this dump because the French got their whiny little feelings hurt. It wasn't his fault they wanted to teach pointless garbage, was it?
"I'll take a beer." The noble said in the direction of a waiter.
"Aren't you a little young?""Aren't you supposed to take orders and bring the item requested? Isn't that your whole reason to exist? The sum of your lifes ambitions?"The waiter looked stunned at the blistering retort, as Hans continued not to bother looking at the poor befuddled expression. Then-
"...A coffee it is." before walking off looking furious.
