Date: Saturday, 16 February 2002
Time: late evening, about the time the pub's get hopping
Location: Finnigan's
Characters Involved: Hannah Abbot and OPEN (everyone invited, just a time to hang out and interact with those you might not normally interact with)
Rating: That's up to you all.
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Few things are more pleasant than a village graced with a good church, a good priest and a good pub. ~~John Hillaby )
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He stepped to the bar wearing black robes, not threadbare, but certainly not plush. Settling onto a stool, he smirked.
The young witch behind the bar was paying attention to someone else, so he waited patiently, knowing that she would eventually have to look at him.
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Smoothing down the front of her expensive robes--she wasn't one to waste money on things like that, but hell, what else was she supposed to spend on?--she ambled through the crowd with no precise determination, simply reveling in the human contact.
It had indeed been far too long since she had decided to have a night out, and so she had composed herself rather meticulously. Too meticulously, she thought, glancing around at all the casual dress. She had chosen to tie her hair back in a long, drooping ponytail, in order to show off the diamond earrings she'd pointlessly made purchase of. She'd also put on a little makeup, and felt she looked, well-nice. Nicer than usual, at least ( ... )
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"Are you waiting for someone? You seem almost too fancy for this place." She was younger than him, but not as young as many. Still, she was pretty, and he was in need of distraction.
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This display of perplexity was short-lived, however, and her features melted into a timid sort of smile.
"No," she said mildly. "Just trying to step out for a little while. Do I appear overdressed?" she asked lightly, faint humor in her tone. It wasn't the most clever thing to say, she thought in retrospect, but it had been awhile since someone came out and actually, well, spoke to her.
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Sweet Merlin, don't make yourself into a tasty morsel. You wouldn't like my brand of games.
He nodded at her, very gentlemanly and polite. "Forgive me, no, not at all. You are simply far more classy than this establishment tends to attract."
He wondered who she was, trying to remember her, though her features were familiar. Something was tugging at his memory, but as good as it was, he could not place her.
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Tori had Friday and today off and George had seen neither her or Fred, since Thursday night. Annoyed at having to, once again, attend to shop business by himself, George decided to take Fred's advice, on the matter and get out of the office.
Apparating to Finnigan's, George slipped into Seamus's pub and managed to find a seat at the bar. "Double Firewhiskey," he told the bartender, when she finally got to him.
The bartender quickly returned with George's order. He sat there and stared at the drink, for a good long while, as if deciding if it was what he really wanted. It wasn't, George realized, but as substitutes went... Well, alcohol wasn't even a good substitute... But it would suffice.
George picked up his drink and took a long sip, then set it down again.
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"You could always order something else if that isn't to your taste." She greeted him.
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So why was he at a pub, if he wasn't in the mood to get plastered? "I just needed to get out of the shop, for a while," he explained, which, George realized, made it sound like he hated his work or he was just really lame. "It's been so busy lately."
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She didn't elaborate because she wasn't sure what all Ron had told either of them about how close they'd become lately. Hannah didn't even know if Ron had told them about the prank that earned her the status of honorary Weasley, at least as far as the youngest Weasley male was concerned.
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