The Magic of Different Worlds || Severus Snape x Reader ||

Chapter 24: Skills and Challenges

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GTKYQ: If you're a Starbucks/Dunkin drinker, what's your go to order?

"I....haven't thought of that."

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The bar was relatively busy tonight. Monday nights weren't typically anything overly hectic. It was crowded enough to where I was steadily making drinks and moving about, but I wasn't overwhelmed in the slightest. It had been two days since the Quidditch match, and it seemed that each time I returned to my normal life, I was even more eager to get away from it. I tried not to compare what I had at home to what I had seen and experienced in the magical world. They were completely different. They were meant to be different. But I just couldn't help but notice how my life seemed so colorless compared to Severus'.

I mean, what did I really have here? I had a job that I loved, a loyal best friend (two actually, if you count Pepper), and a general lifestyle that offered me more than enough flexibility. It just felt like none of that was much of anything compared to what I had newly seen.

What was I really doing with my life? I couldn't spend the better half of my adult years in this bar. I was using all of my valuable time with work. I wasn't losing the passion for the job, but I was beginning to see that my perfect career could only take me so far and offer so much fulfillment.

The Three Broomsticks had been on my mind ever since my first visit. It had been just over a week since I had been, and I found myself still thinking about it. I had been to pubs in all kinds of places. Each one was unique in its own way and had characteristics that could only work for that particular establishment. The Three Broomsticks was a literal wizard bar. It was spectacular beyond my comprehension. How could my place ever offer that kind of experience?  I thought that I had seen it all. The Three Broomsticks proved me wrong.

With all of that being said, I was feeling insecure. More specifically, I was feeling insecure in regards to Severus.

I didn't feel like we were on the same level. His skills excelled mine to an extent where it wasn't even contrastable. We were playing completely different ball games, and the score difference was almost laughable. I didn't feel like I could live up to him.

I liked Severus. I had admitted it to myself and to him, so that wasn't really a surprise. I liked him enough to where the thought of us pursuing something serious made me worry. I didn't want to disappoint him. I didn't want us to end up together and then he wake up one day and realize that he was committed to a Muggle. I didn't want to fail him, and I didn't want to fail myself.

I didn't want to make a relationship with him if it was doomed from the start. I also didn't want to not make a relationship and regret it for the rest of my life.

I almost wished for a support group for Muggles who were in Muggle/wizard/witch relationships. That seemed like something that I could find useful.

Despite my initial reservations, I still had a mediocre life to lead, and I was still going to work as usual.

"He was odd, Blaire. He nearly triggered my fight or flight." I huffed, wiping down the bar to keep it clean.

Blaire was joining me for a few hours while I worked. She had gone home after work to drop the baby bombshell on Tom, but had been disappointed when she realized that he was on a work trip to Manchester for a new research study he was conducting. Blaire didn't seem too distraught over it because truthfully, I don't think she was as ready to tell him as she thought. She was beginning to show, though, so the clock was indeed ticking.

Baby dilemma aside, Blaire was more interested in hearing about my Quidditch trip with Severus. I told her about Lucius, and he did indeed ruffle my feathers.