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Sirius sat lazily in a chair, leaning back on two legs with his own feet up on a table. All around his the chairs were up and the floor was mopped, meaning Sirius was really free to go home any time he wanted. He was closing alone tonight and he didn't want to go home to his appartment just yet, deciding instead to stay here and have a few drinks. He had shoved four galleons into the till and was now drinking that money in firewhiskey, pouring himself generous shots and he leaned back, a cigarrette in hand. He'd have to remember to open the windows before he left or his manager would kill him for the smell.

"We're closed," Sirius called as he heard the door open, not even bothering to look over. "No point robbing the place either, we were quiet all night," he drawled sarcastically. It had been exactly a week since he had read the Daily Prophet and discovered his brother was missing and a week since his terrible mood started. He had spent the week working extra shifts, not because he didn't want to be alone but because he didn't want to deal with his friends and all their concerns. As good as their intentions were, he didn't feel like talking about any of it. Work was the easiest way to avoid that.

It had been a long day at the bookshop. It felt like time had inched by. Normally Remus wouldn't mind because he could entertain himself but there was something about the day that made him ready to leave, although he didn't want to go out into the freezing cold.

He finally was able to close up the store. As he turned around to lock the door it suddenly started snowing. He spun slowly and snowflakes stuck to his eyelashes. He closed his eyes and smiled. It was then that he felt someone run into him. His eyes opened quickly and he reached forward to grab the person. "Careful there!"

The Three Broomsticks wasn't his idea of his first job when he recently moved to England. When he realized that he should've thought things through more when he made the big leap, he knew he needed a job to help cover rent with his cousin. Max couldn't compare London to Brooklyn, but he did like that there was more room to breathe. The bar was a good place to work as if he wanted to listen in on any other people's thought for mild entertainment, all he had to do was look at any lone patron at bar seat five. "I'm back. Decide if you were keeping your tab open or closed?"

Enough being enough, the wizard thought it was high time he allowed himself the pleasure he'd spent the last months refusing, what had cost him at first now seemed reason enough to celebrate. Evan Rosier was back in business, sweet and loud the news had traveled around fast as the wizard had put down a fair share of galleons to host his own party at the White Wyvern. No rules enforced, he'd invited all to join in long as they had no inhibitions, for he'd locked down his own. Drunk on something more than alcohol, the blonde was shirtless, sweat glistening on his skin as music blared from the speakers. Spotting a pretty face, he called out for them. "Here to give the Rosier method a try or just passing by, love?"

This wing of the hospital wasn't busy today and yet he still answered for a long time with patients for obscure reasons. He was about to give himself a minor break when another round was handed to him. Beck didn't even look over the paperwork that the trainee left for him. Instead, he walked to the appointed room and opened the door. "Nice to meet you, I'll be your healer," he introduced with a short smile as he pulled up a chair. "So what seems to be the problem that brought you in today?"

There was a lot of nostalgia in the air, but also sweets that were caked in sugar, beer sticking to the rims of people's glasses, and the sound of fun laughter. Mary was also happy that it was a great day to do some on-the-ground reporting with a mix of alumni and the community. "Excuse me, I'm here with the Daily Prophet today. Mind answering a couple of questions?"

Malcolm didn't like to do promotion but it was part of the bigger picture and he was willing to market Cachette like it was meant to. They weren't done with it quite yet as there had been some hurdles in the way, but they were getting closer to an opening date which meant putting it on people's radars. "La Cachette, remember that name," Malcolm said as his friendly house elf handed out flyers for a save-the-date. "It'll be the best place you've ever been to in only a few weeks."