Verity was definitely not a morning person. It took her a fair slug of caffeine to get going on even her most un-hungover days, before which her responses tended to be monosyllabic or just plain grunting. Today was no different - as she apparated through the wards, swaying a little to steady herself on arrival, she was unsurprised to see Calix, greeting him with a curt nod and a grunt that resembled “Alright?”
Making her way past him to the back room, she grumbled “need coffee,” by way of explanation, stopping as she reached the door to half turn and add “want one?”
Calix looked up as Verity apparated in, putting away his pencils. “Mornin’, Aunt Verity,” he said with a half smile, knowing she’d be grumpy in the morning. It always amused him seeing people groggy and half-asleep as they tried to get their bearings on the world. “I could make you a cup, if you want to rest,” he offered, levering himself off the floor and brushing off the seat of his pants.
