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After graduating the Nova Scotia Arcane Academy, Paul was hard-pressed to find a job. He applied everywhere, but couldn't find an opening for months, despite receiving his BA in Modern Tomes.
Whilst doing laundry one day in the laundromat adjacent to his home, he noticed they were hiring. Reluctantly, he asked the manager what kind of opening they had, and after a bit of conversing, he was offered the job.
Being a laundryman didn't really suit Paul. He found it difficult to focus on the monotonous tasks required. The folding, the soaking, the pre-treating of stains. He'd much rather be reading his new copy of A Brief History of Magic, and taking notes on the marvels that it held.
But, what if...
What if he didn't have to do all of this work by hand...
He pulled his foldable wand from his pocket, and uttered a few words under his breath. The steamer began to shake. The freshly folded towels flew from the table they were resting on. The fabric softener began to run across the floor, and rising from the center. The steam, towels, and softener all met in the center. A cyclone of laundry swept through the back room of the laundromat.
Paul tried to regain his footing, slipping on the wet, soapy floors, when he heard a low, yet somehow... bubbly, voice.
"WAT DU YE NED, SAR?"
Paul shifted, and stared at the voice. He couldn't believe it. "L...Laundry?" glancing at the enomrous[sic] form, which began going to work, folding, steaming, and washing.
He ran out of the room and hid behind the counter, soaking with warm fabric softener. Paul couldn't believe what he had just created. It was unheard of. He just couldn't believe he was the father of the first...