The Choice

There were two drinks on Alexi’s mind: coffee and beer. The question was, which one did he want? With the Death Eaters losing momentum, there seemed to be a drop in the influx of patients at St. Mungo’s. However, there was still a large amount of healers that were on duty and almost all of them had nothing to do. That’s where the conundrum of whether or not to drink coffee or beer came in. If he was to drink coffee, it would symbolize work, work that he didn’t have. If he were to drink beer, that would incapacitate him from his job for the day and if the circumstances were such that he was needed for work, Alexi could surely be fired. Nonetheless, it was very unlikely that the day Alexi decided to take a break from work, there would be a sudden influx of patients. Giving up to his indecisiveness, Alexi rested his head on the table, coffee to his left, and beer to his right. He was left handed…

Being the workaholic that he is, Alexi started to think about what was going on at St. Mungo’s. Not just that, he was wondering if he was needed there at the moment. Maybe there was a sudden outbreak of dragon pox. Perhaps the Death Eaters did rise again after all, despite the astronomically unlikely probability. Despite what could be happening, Alexi reassured himself thinking that if St. Mungo’s needed him, they would have contacted him by now. Contact… it always amused Alexi that contacting another person was done by owl or advanced patronus casting in the wizarding world. He always heard about the simplicity of communication in the muggle world – the telephone. This always made Alexi wonder why the wizard world couldn’t just reveal itself to the muggle world. He wasn’t naïve, he just really thought that this was a possibility. If things had gotten out of hand, it was unlikely that muggles would win a war where their enemies could teleport in and mind control their world leaders in a flash anyways.

”Okay, I’m going to just go to work,” thought Alexi. It was final. Even if he wasn’t working, it wasn’t like Alexi was going to really take a break. His paranoia would eventually break him anyways. With that thought, Alexi stood up from the table, grabbed the coffee, and started to leave.