“Yeah dude, of course! C’mon in.“ Parker waved for the 1,001st student to darken his doorstep this morning to follow him inside. He had woken with the sun, reached over to the water bottle drunk Parker had left for him last night and gulped it down. Unlike his undead roommate, the young Mr. Phillips couldn’t sleep in. In his three years at the school he had quite the reputation for concocting the campus’ most potent hangover potion. It could kick any drug or drink, magical or normie, out of your system within the hour. For 20 bucks and a visit to the strangely decorated dorm, you too could be feeling right as rain. But he had to start mixing now if he was to make enough to cover the damages of last nights event.
He had been working so hard, he barely noticed the hours passing. By the time the cauldron was empty enough to close up shop, it was nearly 11am. “You’re lucky, this is the last one of the batch. Just a minute later and you might’ve missed it. I’ll drink mine with you,” He smiled and took two plastic cups from the jam packed cabinet.