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pb_rosmerta in post_bellum

RP: Guess my age

May 12, 2009 06:30

Characters: Madam Rosmerta, everyone!
Location: The Three Broomsticks
Date: May 12, 2000
Status/Warning: OPEN/None
Summary: Rosie throws herself a birthday party
Completion: In progress

( Those are laugh lines, not age lines )

place: the three broomsticks, daphne greengrass, 2000 05, madam rosmerta, theodore nott, in progress, seamus finnigan, pansy parkinson

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pb_theo May 12 2009, 16:41:00 UTC

Theo hadn't intended to go to 3B for dinner, but he was down the street checking out one of the shops when the smell of something good wafted out. Not the usual fry-up. Curious, he followed his nose inside, and saw a festive party atmosphere. Looking for the celebrant, he saw Madam Rosmerta out from behind the bar. Interesting.

He moved to a table and ordered the day's special, assuming it was what he'd smelled. At the very least, he wouldn't have to cook dinner, but might also find someone who could help with his search for a Pensieve.

pb_rosmerta May 12 2009, 18:31:26 UTC

Even though she wasn't working, Rosie was still chatting with the customers, seeing to their needs. Well, she was letting her employees know what their needs were, but she wasn't pouring or cooking. She as just mingling.

Moving from her perch on the bar stool, she worked her way around the room, swinging her hips and dancing around between the tables to the music playing.

"Hi! You being taken care of?"

pb_theo May 12 2009, 18:53:48 UTC

Theo looked up when Madam Rosmerta approached. He inclined his head politely. "Yes, thank you. The special smelled very appetizing. Might I inquire the occasion?" Though he could guess, he thought he'd allow her to share the good news that had her in a good mood.

pb_rosmerta May 12 2009, 19:14:20 UTC

"It's a newer recipe on and pretty common dish," she said, smiling. "Not like a need an excuse to throw a big party, but alas, today is the day that I decided I wanted to enter the world. Breithlá shona duit go mé."

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pb_seamus May 12 2009, 16:44:44 UTC

Seamus loved The Three Broomsticks, which also meant that he mostly loved Rosie. (Mostly added in in honor of girlfriend.) She and her place were a kind of nostalgic playground, the sort of place where he didn't feel as if any time had passed since visiting during Hogwarts -- and while that wasn't always a good thing, it made him happy more often than not.

Sitting at the bar, he bopped along to the Danny Boys, lifting a pint to his mouth.

pb_rosmerta May 12 2009, 18:28:41 UTC

Rosie was on her...she lost count a couple of drinks ago, but she was feeling festive and the Danny Boys were certainly making the place lively. Scanning the pub, her eyes feel on Seamus and she called out to him, "Di duit, Seamus," she half shouted. "Aren't they brilliant?"

pb_seamus May 12 2009, 18:54:58 UTC

"Dia is Muire dhuit," Sea replied cheerily. "Brill! Happy birthday, Rosie girl."

He liked music in general, if it wasn't somber and trailing along. Now if only he had someone to dance with.

pb_rosmerta May 12 2009, 19:15:35 UTC

"Go raibh míle maith agat," she said with a smile. "Be a gentleman and ask this old bird to dance."

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pb_daphne May 12 2009, 22:54:16 UTC

"Hiya, Rosie," Daphne called from the Floo when she came home from work. She brushed herself off quickly and pulled something from her pocket. Resizing it to normal, anyone could see Daphne had gone completely overboard with her gift, but she didn't care. It was a bouquet of three dozen white roses, peppered with blue accent flowers and bits of baby's breath. The whole bouquet was tied with a large and silky blue and green ribbon.

"Couldn't forget my favourite landlady and pub mistress," she said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Many happy returns on your birthday, Rosie."

pb_rosmerta May 12 2009, 23:09:29 UTC

Smiling, she greeted Daphne with a quick on each cheek, taking the flowers. "Merlin, Daph, these are too much!" she said with a laugh. Lakshmi came out of the kitchen with a vase, which Rosie took and placed the flowers in and had them placed behind the counter.

"How are things at the magazine?"

pb_daphne May 12 2009, 23:32:58 UTC

"Oh, things are things," Daphne said with a wave of her hand, not really wanting to talk about work after having been there all day.

"How are things at the pub, these boys treating you right?" she glared around the room. "If they're not, I can make them leave."

pb_rosmerta May 13 2009, 02:09:05 UTC

"Oh no, you don't! All the blokes are staying. It's my birthday and I'm going to enjoy it."

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pb_pansy May 13 2009, 04:39:54 UTC

Pansy was depressed. Her ideas to use a nautical theme in the sportswear line for witches she was trying to develop weren't working out. She was thinking of scraping the entire thing and starting over but it was a good idea to think it over first. She'd make up her mind tomorrow when she was less frustrated.

She decided to get away from London for the evening. Pansy took the Floo to the Three Broomsticks and was surprised to find it already crowded with people. There was also a band. She considered leaving but then decided it could be fun. There was always the possibility she might meet someone nice. She might also get in a dance or two.

pb_seamus May 13 2009, 05:23:25 UTC

Finished talking with Rosie, Seamus took his place back at the bar, free pint in hand. He was a simple sort of kid, really -- wanted to have fun, and wanted his friends to have fun too. In fact: he wanted everyone in the establishment to have fun, if only because it was Rosie's birthday of all days. Why would you come here if you weren't going to?

And so it was with the cheesiest smile possible that he approached Pansy, reasoning that even people he had no recollection of ever getting along with deserved a little fun too. Not that he was under any pretense that he would be that fun personally -- it would be his to cheerily torment a former schoolmate.

"Parkinson!"

pb_pansy May 13 2009, 16:55:38 UTC

Pansy heard a man calling her surname with enthusiasm. She looked about and couldn't see anyone who'd be happy to see her. That Thomas person - or was that one Finnigan? - looked to be the source of the call. She stared at him for a moment before deciding he must be intoxicated. Gryffindors were always rowdy drunks. "Finnigan. It is Finnigan, isn't it?"

pb_seamus May 13 2009, 20:55:12 UTC

"That's right," said Seamus, actually a bit surprised. "Seamus. Sea if you like."

Unfortunately for Pansy, no, he was not intoxicated -- though it was a blessing if people assumed that this was perhaps not how he usually behaved. Made room for second chances. (Not that there were ever many, alas.)

He grinned at her loosely, taking a sip of his pint. "What're you up to, all moody? It's a party."

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