three broomsticks

Anthony was still stewing with the revelation that Rabastan Lestrange was sniffing around The Three Broomsticks when Beatrice burst through the door discussing Puddifoots and Cupcakes. Separating from his thoughts for a moment, he had turned towards the door, standing up to help Beatrice with the items she was currently balancing in her arms. "Thanks for the cake, Bea." Anthony remarked, although his tone was not quite matching his words.

Bea had bend down to place the boxes onto the floor, yet those words change everything. Within mere seconds the mood shifts. Although there are smiles, there is a seriousness within the air that makes it almost too thick to breathe as her eyes dart from Ros to her brother and back, the question lingering in the air. The same time a part of her cannot help but wonder what was so wrong about her request to join. Perhaps she had misunderstood their expressions. The brunette shakes her head at the thought. “Yeah, I did ask. I talked with Alice if you must know. And I don’t think there is anything to be done to change my mind about the whole thing.” It wasn’t the first time someone had raised concerns.

Alice Longbottom. The pregnant witch who should be nowhere near a war in Ros' opinion. Not because she wouldn't be able to defend herself. The woman knew that Alice was able to do so. But she was pregnant. Anyways, that was a different subject to go about.

"I just...didn't think it would be that serious-I mean, of course, it's serious, that's not what I mean. I mean...I'm just glad that they gave me desk duty instead of sacking me. It would be awful after all that training and work just to start over again." James could've asked her to save the lecture as he had already heard it many times before, including from the likes of Frank Longbottom himself. And he probably needed the tough love conversation. It bruised a part of him he didn't know existed, somewhere deep in his chest next to his confidence and ego. James only nodded back at her, sipping on his drink and licking off the extra foam that kissed his lips. He stared down at the drink as if trying to find an answer on how to be better at being an adult. "Yeah, well, I don't think people realize that there is a man out there trying to live his life when they send horrible letters. The man is also starting to get really tired of it," he rolled his eyes. "Oh, Rosmerta, my dear Rosmerta, you are an angel, did you know that? Yes, of course I'll pay you back- please don't mention the word teeth and we have a deal."

"Everyone is on edge right now. One little mistake can mean a big deal right now. So it is not that strange that they go hard on you. And firing you means less people where it is already hard to find the right people in the right places... So it isn't so surprising that they put you behind a desk." All those words were a reflection of her own thoughts. Ros had no idea if it was truly the case if his superiors in work thought like that as well. She took in the young man in front of her as he took a sip of the drink. He was too young for this war in her opinion. They all were. "You better pay because all your sweettalking is not going to be enough to talk you out of the tab," Ros warned him, a sliver of a smile painted on her lips as her tone was serious. "And I can't promise there won't be teeth involved. I just can't. You gave me too many ideas on this."

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The man on the other side of the bar was a mystery to her. He was dangerous, she knew that. But at the same time... He seemed to be a fun time. Which made him even more dangerous. "You want to know my secret?" Ros repeated her words as she was preparing the drink that he had ordered with her. She placed the glass in front of him and then nodded at it. "That is the secret. Alcohol makes people often forget what is happening outside the doors of this pub." She put her hands on top of her side of the bar, leaning against it as she took in Evan. "And what is your secret, mister Rosier?" She didn't even know what secret she was asking about, she just wanted to know more about him. Information she could store in her mind, information that could be useful in the future."

“Sure, but this seems…” Felicity looked around and tried not to feel too horrified. It didn’t work very well. Both sides were responsible she was sure, but if they destroyed their society in the process who even won? “A bit excessive? I’ve barely been gone a year.”

Felicity didn't need to finish the sentence, because Ros understood. This was a strange sight. It was like walking around in a ghost town at times. But when she heard that it had been a year since the woman had last visited this location, Ros raised her eyebrows at her. "A year in the normal situation is short. A year in these circumstances... That's a lifetime. In a year from now, nearly all will be either closed or all will be open again." And the woman definitely hoped for the latter. "May I ask where you've been? Away from the war here I think?"

Max didn't mean to find work at a restaurant, but having his name in the Ministry was too big of a risk and he wanted to raise enough money to pay his own rent and get by on his own. He walked in one day and asked if they were hiring. It seemed easy enough. At least it was a good enough place to work until he found something else. It was also good that he was already winning favors with the owner. He held a letter in his hands, reading over the lines again and again, pocketing it once he heard someone coming. Max didn't usually use his ability for dinner orders, but he was finding it useful. "Is that your way of saying thank you or something? You're welcome, by the way. I'm not that great, so your last chef must've been bad. What happened to them?"

"You've got me there." Frank did have to give her that. He knew there were plenty of things he could do that Molly couldn't, it was just harder to think of them in the face of all that Molly knew about parenting. She was a powerhouse in that sense. Frank couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, you'll make an excellent aunt then, if either of your siblings decide to have kids."

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Ros had given the message to the Order to not use the backroom as a safe room as much any more. The last thing what she wanted was for Rabastan Lestrange to have more reasoning of getting back into her establishment again. So it had been a while since the last time someone had been in the backroom.

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"A lot can change in only a short period of time," Ros pointed out to the woman next to her. It was a very sad sight of the abandoned stores or the damaged ones. Up until his day, she was very, very happy about the fact that the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade was still standing. "How long have you been gone?"

Aurora liked the idea, something simple for Remus, something meaningful. That’s what would matter most to him. That day was about him, and she liked to think that after all these years, she knew him well enough to get it right. “I’ll definitely keep you in mind if I need help,” she said, offering Rosmerta a warm smile. She trusted her.

It was a relief to hear that Aurora would not be going out there alone. She knew not to underestimate the woman, but she just looked so... fragile (for the lack of a better word) to her sometimes. And the last thing she wanted, was for her to get hurt. "I know, don't worry about me." She was nearly never alone in the Three Broomsticks. It were a lot of unknown people to her that were her cover most of the time and when the pub was closed, she felt somewhat safe with all of the protective spells that covered the location. Although she would never be 100 procent safe, she knew that. "Alright, enough talk about business. We need to get off this street. Do you want to have a drink at the Leaky Cauldron of should we return to the Three Broomsticks instead?"

James nodded, leaning back in his stool while waiting for his drink. He hoped it was stiff as he would need it. It wasn't that he had been fired or was even close, but he wasn't close to the job that he had signed up for. James was usually able to shoulder the blame and avoid reprimanding himself. "I messed up in the field. And not like, in a cool way. I made a joke and they didn't like it. I thought it was alright. But probably not the time. Or the place...the doghouse is desk duty. Do you know how many papers tried to bite me today? Seven. Which is more than I thought papers could bite-and I don't mean a papercut. It had teeth." James sighed and pushed a hand through his hair. "Anyways, I might become more of a regular here. What's the tab system?"

"You know that I like your jokes. Most of the time anyways. But you gotta learn some timing. Not just here but in the field. There's a moment for being funny and a moment for being serious. You have to find the fine line between them." Ros probably didn't have to tell him that, seeing as he was learning the consequences about it now clearly. But she was too forward to shield him from saying it once more. A frown appeared on the woman's face when he mentioned that the paper he had to work through which had teeth. "You keep having strange people who find it funny to send a cursed paper because they don't agree with something." She had to admit... Sometimes she had definitely been tempted to do the same when the Ministry had arranged a stupid rule again. "The tab system... Pay it once a week and if you don't... Well, I know where to find you and I don't think the letter will have teeth in that case."

Anthony exhaled, leaning back in his chair to stretch slightly. Mind overcome with wonder of who Bea had approached. "Well, there's only two senior figures who people tend to approach." He pointed out, "There is always the possibility she went to another member, and they put it to higher-ups. Have you noticed anybody acting odd with you at meetings?" Anthony's mind could also be running away with him, but it was a possibility.

Beatrice was running late, had insisted on picking up some cupcakes from Madam Puddifoots, only to find herself stuck having to deal with a mass of people in dire need of cake and tea. It had taken longer than intended, caused the witch to be held up more than she cared to admit. Now, she may not have been the most punctual of people, usually late by a minute or to – or five at times – but when it came to her siblings, she was rather reliable.

Ros shook her head, she couldn't remember that someone had been odd with her at all. She scrunched her nose at the mention of Rabastan once more. He definitely was like a dog with a bone. It was annoying and worrisome as well. "We will think about a decoy for Lestrange later. The first important thing we have to do is figure out this thing with our sister."

"Thank goodness she does because I was bullocks at it." He admitted, stuffing his hands in his pockets now that they were free. It was like the people who designed baby furniture made it complicated on purpose. "You know, that's exactly what Molly and Andy said too. Are you sure you don't secretly have some kids running around, Ros? You'd fit right in."

"Hey, everyone needs some help from time to time. You are better at other things than Molly," Ros pointed out to him. Everyone had different strengths. An expression close to horror flashed across her face for just a moment before quickly shaking her head. "Oh no, definitely not. I am not made to be a mother. I am very much in awe of people who are brave enough to take that responsibility on them but I'm not one of them. I just talk to a lot of different people and use bits of their advice for my own."

"My charm is unavoidable, for one thing," he started with a grin, running a hand through his hair. "Secondly, my charm isn't for any particular use." Of course, he did sometimes use it to get into someone's pants, but this wasn't that case. "I would pay good money to watch her get that worked up," he laughed, shaking his head. "Muggle methods annoyed my family a lot so I got rather used to them," he joked.

The expression on Ros' face said enough; she did not believe it for moment that this young man didn't use his charm for his benefit. It quickly changed into a laugh, however, at the mental image of Professor McGonagall getting worked up over the use of Muggle methods after having spend so much time on their magical education. "I also do think that a lot will be needed to get her worked up that much, don't you think?" The woman always seemed so reserved regarding everything. Very strict but other emotions were never seen. "Aah, you're family had preferred you didn't know the Muggle methods, got it." She should've known with the Black family. Enough was known about that. "Well, in the end... If the Muggle methods work, why not use them, right?" Magic just made things easier for them. She often wondered how Muggles managed without it.