Closed; Changes Are Coming

[finnagoon]

Seamus had been feeling strange all week. Well, actually, he'd been feeling strange all month, not quite himself since waking up in St. Mungo's with a fresh set of scars on his shoulder as a constant reminder for what was waiting for him during every full moon. But he'd gone from incredibly angry to actually dying and the last few days he just

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[scilicette]

With the solar flare turning everything on its head, Diagon Alley had been under an incredible amount of pressure to get itself back to its best. Which, of course, brought an amazing amount of traffic through the Leaky Cauldron. Business was busy, construction workers were taking over the fourth floor, and Hannah was down a bartender on their busiest night of the week. She was trying to rope Marjorie to come in, convincing her that she'd pay her time and a half if she made the shift. Hannah would do it but she'd already worked the entire day shift and if she kept it up, she was going to pass out from exhaustion

[finnagoon]

There was something strangely comforting about The Leaky Cauldron and he had always thought so, remembering how he had stayed here when he was eleven right after getting his letter when his mam wanted to give him a full and proper tour of Diagon Alley. It had been thrilling and overwhelming all at once, back when magic was special and easy and a good thing in his life.

He hadn't actually spent a lot of time here since, always returning back to Ireland rather than letting his parents come here. It was difficult, mostly just time consuming, since his da was muggle.

But now it seemed like he had a reason to come back in, at least from time to time.

"Surprise me, yeah?" he said, leaning against the bar. "I was sort of hoping you'd be free to hang out-"

[scilicette]

Oh.

He was here for her.

She blinked, letting the shock wash over her for a moment before smiling. She tilted her head as she considered him. There was that uneasy look again, the same one she saw the night of karaoke. She didn't like seeing him that way.

"Sure, of course-" she said, reaching for a clean tumbler glass and a top shelf bottle of whiskey, pouring him a double on the rocks before sliding it across the bar and removing her apron.

"Come on- we'll go upstairs."

[finnagoon]

Seamus took the glass with a grin, realizing that she already knew his tastes. There was never a time when he wasn't in the mood for a whiskey. A double was all the better.

"Brilliant," he told her, just before taking a nice long sip of his drink.

"How are you, by the way? Busy?"