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[about_abbott]

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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[sacredisprofane]

Augustus entered Finnigan's, enjoying every moment of his notoriety, especially considering Arthur Weasley's article that morning in the Prophet. Well, he wasn't eating children or sacrificing virgins to ancient gods, but he was a Death Eater, was tagged, and he was going out for a drink.

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.

[sleep_to_die]

A tight, painful smile befell Isadora's visage as she wandered into the pub, her hands wound tightly at her lap, slate-grey eyes darting, surveying the scene. Everyone appeared to be in good cheer--laughing, chatting, eating, drinking--it was a good atmosphere and she felt she ought to relish in it. It was a welcome change from home, after all.

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

[sacredisprofane]

Augustus turned at the drumming, the rhythmic sound dragging him out of his reverie. Of course, the interruption only cause his irritation at the lack of attention from the waitress to rise. Still, there was no point in acting out. He would not prove to this misguided society that they were right. He could be a gentleman.

"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.

[sleep_to_die]

Her brows raised slightly as the man spoke, her eyes widening very slightly in surprise at being spoken to. She turned towards him, her head quirked curiously to one side, and instantly her brow furrowed. He looked familiar somehow, like she'd seen or possibly met him before.

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.

[sacredisprofane]

He noticed the timidness of her smile and his grew wider, the corners upturning into almost feral.

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.

[redheadedjokers]

George was tired. Running a successful chain of joke shops was exhausting... Especially when your partner in crime was - likely - still tied up in Tori's bedroom.

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.

[about_abbott]

Hannah had been serving Rookwood and his femal companion when George came in so one of the other employees had handled his order. She hadn't even known her other employer had entered the establishment. A few minutes after he'd arrived she finally noticed his arrival. As she walked do the end of the bar to greet him she noticed he'd yet to touch his drink. When he finally did he the sip he took seemed almost pained.

"You could always order something else if that isn't to your taste." She greeted him.

[redheadedjokers]

George looked up, at the sound of Hannah's voice. "Wassat?" he mumbled. He smiled, when he saw who it was, "Hannah! Good evening. The drink's fine. I'm just... Not in much of a drinking mood, you know?"

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."

[about_abbott]

Hannah shook her head slightly at the similar but strikenly different reasons they were both at the pub. Both had come to escape Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. "I know the feeling. The shop has taken up too much of my mind lately."

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.