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When Hannah left Hogwarts, she had dreams of being a healer. However, she didn’t have the confidence to go along with it. She had the debts left to her after her mother’s death and chose to go into work instead of training. The job that she secured at the Leaky Cauldron was purely by chance. The innkeeper took one look at her, more than likely took pity upon her, and immediately gave her the job as a barmaiden. It was a learning curve at first. The patrons of the Leaky Cauldron liked things a certain way and it took her a little while to learn that. Now, a couple of years later, Hannah was still on the job, but she excelled at what she did. 

“Evening,” Hannah greeted the latest person who had sat down at the bar with a smile. “What can I get for you?” 

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Since Liam had been born, Lisa had been very hesistant in leaving her daughter, spending most of her time with the baby. She had read about seperation anxiety and it was real. Even now, a few months after her birth, Lisa didn’t feel comfortable leaving her with someone else for more than two hours, even if those were her parents or Michael’s. It was her first full day back at work and she was already on pins and needles, waiting for time to pass. They didn’t think she’d make it a full day before popping by and checking in, but she knew she’d have to learn to be apart from her daughter. Sure, Lisa loved her job, but there was nothing she loved more than Liam. Hearing the bell on top of the door ring, she looked up from behind the counter.

 “Hello, what can I help you with today?” 

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Susan walked around the atrium looking at all the people who were in attendance of the memorial. Some seemed to taking the loss of Kingsley harder than others who looked impartial.  For Susan his absence was felt quite hard and left room for a lot of unknowns in all aspects of her life. Not knowing how the New Order would recover from the loss of their leader was the question on all of their minds though no one dared speak it so soon. As she wandered, listening intently to the heartfelt speeches from those who knew him best. She’d been so caught up in the words she hadn’t paid any attention to where she was going bumping straight into the side of some else. “I’m so sorry.” She stated quickly taking a few stumbles backwards. “seems my mind's elsewhere.” Susan said apologetically hoping the other would be understanding.

There were several things coursing through Percy’s mind and he had been instructed by the man himself to not see any guests for the next week. Following the event, Percy could imagine why the Minister wouldn’t like to see anyone. It wasn’t for reasons related to humilation but not wanting to humor anyone which Percy could at least appreciate. The whole night had left a sour and bitter taste in his mouth and not from the veritaserum. Since that night, Percy had been more wary of everything on the surface and what wasn’t. Percy wasn’t naive and knew there was a war brewing whether he liked it or not. He didn’t want to be involved and he had already made up his mind. Though his whole family was involved in the cause and it wasn’t too much of a surprise he was an outlier in his own family for not picking a fight.

For the whole afternoon, Percy had been filing documents and told each person that the Minister was either busy or not in his office. Each were a lie and Percy could barely make eye contact when he told them this as he was an ill liar. When he heard someone approach he already rattled the practiced words off, “The Minister is currently busy at this time.” When the person didn’t leave, Percy raised his gaze. “Is there something I could help you with? What do you need?”

He wasn’t exactly sure why he’d come, not to pay his respects, he didn’t know or particularly care about Kingsley Shacklebolt. Still Greg watched the events unfold in a corner at the back of the atrium. People crying, those looking please with themselves, but all and all everyone seemed blurry under his drunken state. Alcohol seemed to be the only thing that kept the images of the dead goblin and Ernie out of his mind. He was bitter about the response from the group who came to ‘rescue’ them. Gregory hadn’t expected a parade but a thank you or something wouldn’t have gone a miss. As he watched the charade unfold around him he untwisted the cap off his flask with a scoff. “Want some?” He asked the person who was now staring at him. 

the last time he was this surprised by the turn of events, remus had been just as blinded as he was now. it was easy to put his trust in the hands of someone with the potential like kingsley and to have it be taken away so effortlessly felt like a vicious blow. kingsley was a dear friend of his and had been for so many years. they had been fighting for so long and fighting against the same challenge. the days after went by slowly, feeling like he was watching the paint dry on a wall. none of this surfaced when he was around teddy, but eventually he took him to andromeda’s until he felt better himself. 

there was a knock on the door and remus answered, approaching the door slowly. he had not been expecting visitors and he felt for his wand in the back pocket. “you,” he breathed in, still not fazed by the visitor. “i didn’t receive an owl...what did you need?”

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Everything declined with time. Especially when not given the proper guidance. It seemed as some purebloods lost their grip on society, the others found their way to fill in whatever little cracks they could. In politics, business, and now, even in pleasure. The club was an exclusive retreat for men from certain families. One you paid into over the course of many years. Not the location of a witch’s final night out or a wizard’s stop on a low class pub crawl. A pleasant, if not bored smile, graced Roderick’s face as he held the door open for the wixen behind him. One he had never seen frequent this establishment before and certainly not use the private entrance. 

“Pardon me. Would you happen to be lost? I don’t believe you are where you’re supposed to be. Do you need any help finding the exit?”

It had been a long week and already Cassius had enough on his plate. The last month had showed nothing but lack of leadership both from Blackwood in the Redeemers and Shacklebolt as a Minister of Magic. Already they had both showed moments of weakness and one moment of weakness accumulated to total desperation. It was more a matter of what effort he put himself in than who. Blackwood seemed to eager but mischievous like a cunning fox and Shacklebolt was good with words but lacked everything else. He had been given a report that there was a disturbance at the pub and once he got there everything seemed normal. After some questions, he realized the bartender knew nothing and no disturbance had happened. 

Cassius dropped himself in the stool at the bar and nodded as if understanding that his night was over as it was going to end with this case. “Please. I’ll start with firewhiskey neat and you can continue to serve them. It will be paid by this establishment as my time is being wasted by coming out here when there are other cases that could have more attention that need it.” That seemed to send the bartender into a lapse of silence before taking the orders promptly. Cassius threw a gaze at the person sitting next to him and shrugged mindfully. “Seems as though your work is tough as well. Is that your second, third?”