[ HAN ] Well there is still a war that's waging

“Celebrating being back here? Doesn’t sound like much to celebrate to me.” Han pointed out, taking a drag of her cigarette. “I’d be in mourning if I was you.”

“I don’t know.” Hannah winced. “I don’t know. I’m just getting paid to wear a helmet that I wouldn’t wear otherwise and ‘special’ broom. ‘the first broom designed with keepers in mind. it’s a keeper’” She said exaggeratedly, trying to impersonate the advert. As much as Han loved quidditch, she wasn’t proud of the life style it afforded he. It felt meaningless. What did she actually contribute the the world? Just a weekly distraction from the monotony of life. “Ah, fuck it, let’s forget about that.” Han shook off her slight frown and replaced it with a big grin.

“Whats got you almost drinking alone tonight?” She wondered, cracking the bottle open with her lighter. “I mean besides the world going to shit.”

“Scary and brilliant are my specialty.” She leant forward with a perked brow. “We don’t leave these seats until either walking straight requires more concentration than it should or we’re uncontrollably dancing. Preferably on a table.” Han turned to the bartender. “What’s cheapest for alcohol content. Actually, fuck it. I got that that brand deal money. Give us something delicious, expensive and guaranteed to get us sloppy. On my tab. Keep em coming.”

“True, but I always end up playing by myself and charming quaffles gets boring after a while.” Han said matter-of-factly, pulling a cigarette from her ear and lighting it with a whispered ‘incendio’. “Nothing like playing with your friends, hey?” She grinned affectionately. “It’s been a long time since I’ve played with anyone I half way like. Locker room talk is all politics and merlin knows I’m clueless about that shite.”