Characters: Madam Rosmerta, others? Location: The Three Broomsticks Date: September 1, 1999 Status/Warning: Open Summary: Rosie has a celebration in her parents honor Completion: In progress
Moving was hard work. Especially when it was on top of other work. He'd finally negotiated the flat, gotten the keys, and was able to start bringing his stuff to his new home.
Shame Lavender was so busy. He'd have liked to at least say hi. Half his belongings were still at Gran's, in boxes waiting to be brought over. The other half, the plant half, were all taking up every inch of window and counter space he could manage. Gran'd been great about giving him furniture from the attic (he was pretty sure it had been his parents, or at least some of it), so he just needed to get everything in, and he was out. Independent. Man about the town. Just the thought made him smile as he sat at the bar, grabbing dinner on the run as he'd no time to shop for groceries yet.
Neville gave Rosmerta a bashful smile. "Hi, Madam Rosmerta. How're you doing?"
He wanted the special, and a pint, but when he glanced around, he saw Rhys on the other side of the room with another bloke, talking and laughing. He jerked his head back to focus just on her, smile a bit strained.
"Good, considering the day." she said, noticing him glancing around. When he suddenly turned back, she was slightly confused until she looked across the room and it all made sense.
"So you want something to eat?" she asked, leaning towards him. "He's not nearly as flirty with him as he was with you."
Luna spent a few minutes standing outside the Three Broomsticks, listening to the music before she decided she was definitely going in. She loved the atmosphere off the place, it reminded her of many people and things. It seemed a lot livelier with the band.
Neville's dancing caught the corner of her eye and she smiled faintly at the knowledge that he was there. The boy he was dancing with seemed interesting.
Approaching the bar, she broadened her smile in greeting, "May I have a whiskey, please, Madam Rosmerta? With lots of ice." Luna liked to eat the ice; it made her mouth go numb. But when distracted she would forget about it and end up with very diluted drinks.
Rosie was so intent on watching out for Neville, she almost missed the order. "Good evening, Luna. How are you/" she said as she filled a glass with ice and then whiskey. "Enjoying life after Hogwarts?"
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Shame Lavender was so busy. He'd have liked to at least say hi. Half his belongings were still at Gran's, in boxes waiting to be brought over. The other half, the plant half, were all taking up every inch of window and counter space he could manage. Gran'd been great about giving him furniture from the attic (he was pretty sure it had been his parents, or at least some of it), so he just needed to get everything in, and he was out. Independent. Man about the town. Just the thought made him smile as he sat at the bar, grabbing dinner on the run as he'd no time to shop for groceries yet.
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He wanted the special, and a pint, but when he glanced around, he saw Rhys on the other side of the room with another bloke, talking and laughing. He jerked his head back to focus just on her, smile a bit strained.
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"So you want something to eat?" she asked, leaning towards him. "He's not nearly as flirty with him as he was with you."
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Neville's dancing caught the corner of her eye and she smiled faintly at the knowledge that he was there. The boy he was dancing with seemed interesting.
Approaching the bar, she broadened her smile in greeting, "May I have a whiskey, please, Madam Rosmerta? With lots of ice." Luna liked to eat the ice; it made her mouth go numb. But when distracted she would forget about it and end up with very diluted drinks.
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"I don't think I was as prepared for so much 'new' as I should have been," she admitted.
You were meant to return those sentiments. "How have you been?"
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She shrugged, "Good. Busy. You working somewhere?"
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