Charming Autumn

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Autumn & Victoire; Phone Down

her workplace is a mess.   the healers are all stressed and the patients are pretending they know more about their illnesses than the healers,  and it’s driving her insane to stay in that place knowing that wanderlust is calling out for her.  and maybe,  it also makes her feel even lonelier than she ever did before.  one healer joked a while ago that if victoire couldn’t get a steady relationship now,  then it’s about time she gets married to her profession.  she couldn’t let that happen.  she loves being a healer,  but sometimes she feels as though she’s devoted much of herself to other people that she’s missing out on what life has to offer.

         her quarter life crisis feels like shit and she doesn’t really know how to cope with it in a healthy way.  she finds herself in front of the bar with a sunken expression on her face.  it takes her a few seconds to register the fact that the barmaid is already asking for what she wants.  victoire scans the bar quickly before asking for gin.    “  firewhiskey doesn’t do the trick sometimes.  had to rely on muggle stuff so it all goes well.  “    she adds with a smile.

Autumn smiled at what the other said, a lot of the muggle drinks did have higher alcohol content. Most tasted like shit though, it’s like they didn’t even care to mask the alcohol at all. The girl turned to the display behind her to grab the gin the other asked for “Drinking your problems away doesn’t actually work ya’know.” she started, as she poured it into a glass and then slid it towards the other “Talking about it is sometimes more helpful.” she then said, as she again gave them that smile of hers. The girl sometimes offered to talk, it’s a rare occurrence but this one seems like she needed it a lot after that statement of hers alone. They’re strangers, but she’d rather not have a death in her hands. Well, indirectly but still.

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Autumn & Colette; Phone Down

“Anything sweet? It doesn’t need to be complicated or colorful, just something that will make a healer worry I am developing diabetes.” she asked as she sat down, brightly colored fingernails tapping rhythmically against the wood of the bar.

This establishment wasn’t her top pick for entertainment, but she had decided to apply the same rule she usually used while traveling – go where everywhere else goes, that’s where the fun is usually hidden.

Autumn smiled at what the other, they definitely didn’t seem like they went to places like the Leaky Cauldron. With her choice of drink and nail color, she should head over to Honeydukes. With that order in mind, the girl thought about it for a second. Anything sweet, anything that could worry a healer. The first thing that popped into her mind was a Sweet Sherry. With that, she went to get just that. Getting a glass and pouring the drink for the other, she slipped the glass towards the other once done “I like your nails.” she commented, as she closed the bottle and placed it behind her for now “Is that your favorite color?” she then asked. Autumn decided to just strike up a conversation with the other, she didn’t want her to see as if this place was had equally drab employees. They’re all, okay?

REPOST: @lettelestrange

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Autumn & Ana; Far too damaged, but you’re not beyond repair.

Ana drummed her fingers on the bar as she waited for her drink, not impatiently but certainly excited to sit back, chill out and settle into her seat for the evening. “Nah, I’m alright.” She replied taking a gulp of her drink when Autumn returned with it and placing back on the bar. “Had a bit of luck, a few more galleons that I expected coming in each month. Thinking about moving actually. Not too far just somewhere a big nicer than my shithole in Knocturn Alley.” 

Ana moved fairly frequently, sometimes to avoid attracting attention in one place for too long (especially if she thought an auror was on her tail) but she never enjoyed it much. Every time she moved there was all the hassle of having to pack everything up but also her internal debate of whether she should contact her parents and tell them she was moving. She wrote and rewrote the letter to her parents, sometimes throwing it away last minute only to write another. She wasn’t sure why she wanted them to know she was changing address - they barely had contact with Ana anymore but she also wanted to leave a line open so that if they wanted to they had some way of communicating with her.

She took another sip of her drinking thinking the whole thing over.

“Do you tell your parents when you move house? Is that, like, the normal thing to do? Or do they already know you’re moving?”

“So you’re doing well, that’s good.” Autumn said, smiling as she looked at the other “You should move out, get yourself a nice new loft.” she then added, nodding at that “Just don’t go too grand, but I’m sure you know how to handle your money well anyway.” the girl shrugged at that “I don’t think you’re the type who likes to spoil yourself rotten.” she then grinned this time. The two has gotten close, enough for them to know each other well enough for assumptions and predictions. 

When the other brought up her parents, she paused. Strangely enough, this world asked about that a lot. Your bloodline that is. Not that she would have known if asking about your parents back in the muggle world was normal. She was there right up to she was asked to join Hogwarts, trapped in an orphanage here and there. Hell, she didn’t even learn where she grew up exactly. Not until she learned how to read and saw some letters addressed to the place “I don’t have parents.” the girl responded, shrugging at that “I’m an orphan.” she then said, it was something she was used to saying by now. Especially back in Hogwarts when everyone was talking about purebloods and half-bloods “I identify myself as a mudblood, but I don’t really know what I am.” the girl admitted, pursing lips at that.

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Autumn & Lysander; Phone Down

“I’ll just have a butterbeer, thanks.” Lysander said, taking a seat across the bar. He offered her a small smile before glancing about the pub. He was expecting to meet with a representative for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures about a potential job in the beast division. Nothing was final, everything was still up in the air, but Lysander was strongly considering the prospect of working closer to home. What with recent events, he wanted to be closer to his brother - who would probably kill him if he knew he was here. Lysander loved his work in Romania and Lorcan knew that. Working in a dragon sanctuary had been his dream for years. The past year was all he could have asked for and more. But he wondered if he could find the same satisfaction in working for the Ministry.

Highly unlikely. Lysander glanced back up at the girl behind the bar, really seeing her now. She was pretty but it wasn’t just that. He hadn’t noticed before, but there was something oddly familiar (and unfamiliar) about her all at once.

It was him; Of course, she did not forget his face. Well, then again... He is a twin, and she has immediately given up on trying to figure out which twin was which. Autumn didn’t want to be a creeper, after practically falling head over heels over someone she had only really spoken to once. Then, possibly snubbed her the next. He was a Scamander and that’s all she really knew, the girl had no idea which one she met and bonded with that one time. Either way, she can’t help but crush on both of them back in school. Physically, there’s no difference. So, yes. She liked them both, they were quite an attractive set of twins after all. Though of course, she was more inclined to meet the boy she met in the library. She really thought they clicked.

When the man ordered his drink, she nodded and got him just that. Heading over to the side to prepare it, mindlessly glancing over at him from time to time. She didn’t really get over the crush, there’s no harm in it anyway. It’s not like she’s forcing a love potion down his or the twins’ throat any time soon. Now returning with the mug, she gave the other a smile “Here ya’go.” she said, as she then returned to cleaning the glasses and letting her eyes wander elsewhere. She should stop looking at him, it’ll start to get creepy after a while. Not that she had an unhealthy obsession with staring at the other, it was no insane type of crush.

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Autumn & Frank; Middle Of The Night

Frank was used to people having a crush on him. Sure, it was flattering, and sometimes it was what he was aiming for. But it was most enjoyable when people flirted with him without any other plans in mind. “Darling, you haven’t even asked me if I got you any presents yet.” He teased. Autumn was a good employee, and he was often thankful for her company when his family was away. The Leaky Cauldron was not a place of permanance, so it was good to have a few constant people who he could talk to.

“I’m not lucky, I’m smart.” Frank retorted, smiling at Harold. From his mother’s instructions, he was and old but powerful wizard. Beyond all, he was a trustworthy worker of the pub and a helping hand to the Longbottoms. “Autumn, you don’t think I’d leave this place without any proper precautions do you? If you did, I’d be mildly offended.”

Autumn raised an eyebrow at what the man said “Are you telling me that I have a gift? You got me a gift?” she said, as she looked at the man quite seriously. She bet’s it just a kiss on the cheek or something ridiculous like that. Then he said he’s not lucky but smart instead. The girl giggled at that “I’d rather be lucky, everything will turn out fine even if you do the dumbest of things.” she said, shrugging as she then stored the glasses and rags she had on the counter “Don’t be offended.” she now turned away from the man and started fixing the liquor bottles on display “I know you’re a responsible kind of flirt.” she then said, lightly giggling once more as she let Harold pass by behind her. He was starting to lock up now, an adorable old coot he is “So, tell me where you were Boss.” she repeated, as she looked back at the other with a smile now “Planning to leave us?”

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Autumn & Frank; Middle Of The Night

Frank offered her another pout before shaking his head. “You can lie to me all you want Autumn, but how will you lie to yourself?” He placed a hand dramatically on his chest. “Of course, you don’t have to admit that you missed me. We’ll just pretend you did.” His interest was irked now that she had leaned in and whispered, and he wished she hadn’t. For all his messing around and wooing people, the Longbottom did have a strict No-Sleeping-With-Co-Workers policy. Not that he didn’t have self-control, but close physical proximity was one of his weak spots. “I left Harold in charge. But nonetheless, your service is appreciated, m’lady. The Leaky Cauldron owes you one.” He smiled, refilling his glass and pouring another. “Let’s close down for the night.” Frank offered her the other glass and gestured to the seat next to him.

Autumn smiled at Frank, she would have had a massive crush on him back in Hogwarts; if she wasn’t so busy crushing on the Scamander Twins. Now that she’s a little bit more grown up, she did have a little crush on the man; but it wasn’t to the point where she wanted either of them to act on it. He’s cute and handsome, that’s it. She doesn’t want to date her boss, she doesn’t want to date anyone really. At least for now, her mind is just on her job. “I didn’t even notice you were gone. If you think that’s me missing you, sure.” she humored him, grinning as she did so.

When Frank said that Harold was in charge, she furrowed her eyebrows at that statement “Seriously?” she said, as she then looked to her side where Harold usually sat. He’s an employee, but sometimes he liked to rest at the corner table when there’s no one there. She checked if he was there and he was, just sitting looking all sleepy from doing nothing all day. He helps, but he is getting pretty slow “You left Harold in charge?” she then said “He’s the one who’s been closing up?” she now added, as she looked back at the man “You really are lucky that nothing bad happened, huh?” with that, the girl then called out for the old man. Again and again, finally shouting “HAROLD!” which snapped him out from his blank gaze “Time to lock up Pa, let’s go.” she informed. Pa, the man is kind of like a vegetable father to the employees at this point.

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Autumn & Frank; Middle Of The Night

Frank apparated onto the doorstep of the pub, feeling the chill on the nape of his neck. It was an uncomfortable yet familiar sensation, and he was almost glad to experience it. Pushing the door aside, he let the warmth of The Leaky Cauldron fill himself. It was good to be back home.Keeping his small trunk beside the bar, he took a seat on one of the bar stools and offered Autumn a playful pout. “Come on honey, I know you missed me.” He poured himself a butterbeer and took in the rest of the room. Less company than he had hoped, but not that he wasn’t expecting it. The place wasn’t the same without a member of family running it. “I was off on an adventure that I’m forbidden to tell you about. But if you give me a kiss, it might change my mind.”

Autumn rolled her eyes at Frank, it’s a surprise that she didn’t even notice he was gone “I liked it better when you weren’t around.” she teased. The guy was nice, a pretty good boss. A huge flirt though, but nothing creepy just yet. With that, she leaned into the man “You’re lucky this place didn’t burn down while you were gone.” she whispered, before pulling back and pushing her hair back as well “What kind of boss leaves and well, leaves. No one was even in charge, you know I could have done that if you told me.” she then said, shrugging at that. Sure, she hasn’t been here for too long. Well, a year is good enough but compared to the others like Harold... Well, Harold’s too old to be in charge. Still, the point is she hasn’t been there for too long.

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Autumn & Frank; Middle Of The Night

Autumn once again, made herself look busy. The classic way of doing so? Cleaning one glass with some random rag, again and again. It was a slow night, not a lot of customers were in; It was strange considering that it was in the middle of the night, there should be people getting drunk in here. As the girls' eyes wandered the room, she finally set it on the man that had just entered. Frank, her boss. She had no idea he's been gone for a bit until his sister came by looking for him every single day "Hey boss!" she called out to him, as she stored the glass in her hand back into the shelves; "You know, I had no idea you were missing" she started, "Until your tiny ass sister came by looking for you." she then said, lightly giggling at that "Where were you?" she now added, raising an eyebrow at the other.

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Autumn & Dom; You think you can’t but you can

Even on busy days Dom and Autumn found ways to chat during their shifts in the crowded bar, usually on their break but when the Leaky Cauldron was as quiet as it was today they were pretty much allowed to spend their time cleaning glasses behind the bar, serving the odd customer and chattering among themselves. Dom had a cloth that she had wiped over the same glass about fifty times just trying to make herself look busy if anyone came in.

“I wish it was busy, at least when it’s busy time goes quickly,” Dominique complained from where she was stood leaning against the inside of the bar looking at her friend and coworker. 

She had settled back into the humdrum of work after the Hogwarts attacks and sneaking it. It was strange how despite all the drama that had happened over the last few months things seemed to always return to ‘normal’ relatively quickly and sometimes Dominique could pretend that all of those awful things hadn’t happened. At least for a little while.

“I don’t want to be here!” She whined throwing her cloth down on the side in frustration. She normally enjoyed her job, but today all she wanted to do was go and sleep and have some time to herself. Preferably time with Danny.

“I can already tell these last few hours are going to drag and I’m so bored. I just want to go home and sleep, y’know? Or go and get a job that’s isn’t so boring sometimes.”

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Autumn wiped down the counters and cleaned up the glasses, making herself look as busy as she isn’t. Her eyes wandered the room, left and right. It was a slow night and these are the times when Dom would actually stay behind the bar with her. Whenever that happened, they would chat. Just chat about everything that’s anything. The girl listened to the others’ complaints, it wasn’t new to her. Once the other threw her rag though, she turned to them and gave them a small smile “You’re cute when you’re frustrated.” she teased, as she then let her eyes return to the crowd in front of them “and I get how you feel, I want to lay back and relax too.” she then said, shrugging at that “Slow nights are such a drag, like literally.” she now shook her head and finally placed down the glass she has been so-called cleaning for damn hours. Well, maybe an hour tops. With that, she placed the rag away too “Come on, let’s take a shot at the back. Wake ourselves up or something.” she now added, as she looked at the other and gave them a smile.

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Autumn & Aidan; Phone Down

aidan’s eyes jumped from the counter over the woman’s hands as she started to make his drink. he never really took noticed to the people behind the bar, but they always were able to whip whatever they were asked quickly, even if they knew not what they were making. – he had seen that done a few times. he was pulled out of his thoughts at the drink sliding it’s way towards him, picking up and taking a sip right away. he paused mid-sip at the woman’s claim and looked over at her with a glare as he put the glass down. “you’re such an observant person, have you thought about going into the ministry’s work?” he snapped at her.

“you would probably do a better job than what they’re doing now.” the last part kind of slipped out, causing him to glare down at the glass. why did he have to say that; now it was going to cause the woman to ask about it. “how much training do you gotta go through, for this line of work?” he let the words flow out before he could even think of something better to steer the conversation to another subject.

Autumn let a smile form on her lips when the other snapped at her, of course, this wasn’t the first time that anyone from the bar had snapped at her. Please, she’s a bartender. If anything, she found it amusing whenever someone does it. With that statement in mind, the girl shrugged “I could if I wanted to.” she responded, which is quite a fact. She’s a smart girl, tried her best in school and did every test she could possibly take up. Yet, she’s here. In the Leaky Cauldron, as a bartender. It was by choice; she has so much potential to be anything she wanted to be, but she didn’t know what she did want to be. So, she ended up behind a bar. At least it’s not behind the bars. 

When the other continued, now taking a jab at her job. She raised an eyebrow at him. Huh, interesting. Her drink pouring skills were not good enough for this poor man, he must be a lot more pissed than she thought he was. Oh well, she already poked the bear. Might as well stay and chat with it, right? When the other now asked how much training is needed to be a bartender, she thought about it for a second “I don’t know.” she started, her voice pouring with playful sarcasm “Pouring drinks is really hard, took me a while to get a hang of it.” she then said, shrugging at that “A good month or two of learning and memorizing drinks, then another month or two of training how to juggle bottles.” she now added. Despite the sarcasm, the actual response was legit. This place wasn’t looking for an expert bartender. You just need to know what the drink is and how to make it, the juggling part isn’t a gimmick this place did but she did learn it nonetheless. Autumn liked learning new things, so why not?

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Autumn & Ana; Far too damaged, but you’re not beyond repair.

Having the freedom to go to the pub whatever she wanted without having to worry about the bill was getting to Ana. She’d been frequenting bars even more than usual and her first stop for the day was the Leaky Cauldron. It wasn’t even that she needed the alcohol, it was the company she really wanted. Sitting alone in her flat with no one to talk to wasn’t exactly a good night and doing it day after day left her feeling lonely and trapped. So, yet again she was sat on a stool at the bar smiling at her favourite barmaid.

Autumn had served her a fair few times now and Ana had always found time to make conversation with her, if only because she was the one supplying the booze (and that much needed company). 

“Busy night?” She asked looking around the small bar that was used as more of a passage way to Diagon Ally than a pub some of the time. 

“Can I get a pint of knotgrass meade? Actually no, nettle wine. I can afford it.” Ana pulled out her purse with a cheeky grin.

“How have you been anyway?”

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Autumn immediately spotted one of her regulars from behind the bar, Ana. They’ve talked, they’ve laughed. They still didn’t really know each other that well, but enough to call each other friends - at least that’s what she hopes? When the other took a seat, the girl immediately went to their side of the bar and greeted them as normal. She smiled when the other then started thinking up of what to buy herself, the girl nodded once the order was made and with that - she pulled out a glass for her to pour the said wine into “Alright.” she said as a response to the question. She quickly excused herself to get the wine, then returned with her own question “How about you?” she now asked, as she poured the wine and soon pushed it towards the other “You’re looked pretty good, life treating you well?” she then smiled at the end.

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One Point Perspective (flashback): [ Autumn | Julian ]

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If Julian knew what the word autopilot meant, then that was the only word that described how he managed during the first week back from the summer holidays. He had taught class thousands of times. He had filled his planner with office hours and tutoring sessions, but why should this year be any different?

He knew, but his brain avoided the actual thought, as if it metaphorically burned to even consider it. Just because it was some ridiculous life change that he really shouldn’t be considering a life change because it wasn’t his life that was fucking changing at all. Besides, something like that shouldn’t interfere with him doing his job. It was too bad that he had totally forgotten who he was meeting with now, but at least he knew he had a meeting.

He raised his wand to clear the desks from his classroom, letting their waddle with their stiff legs to the sides of the room to make space in the middle. Usually he’d be much more prepared for practical tutoring, although more often than not most people just asked for homework help. Julian turned to see if his student had arrived through the open classroom door; he could just conjure whatever he needed anyway and he tried to push down the frazzled feeling that came with being unprepared for guests.

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Autumn is a talented girl, she has always tried her best to do well in her classes. She’s not always the best, but she does exceptionally well in them. She has always thought that Hogwarts was something she had to earn her place in, despite being literally invited into the school. She still thought she had to earn her place there somehow and she did. She did well in her studies, it was all a breeze to her actually. The girl never really went overboard and stressed herself out. She knew her limits, thankfully. Finally, NEWT season has come and Autumn decided on taking up a lot of these tests. She’s good and determined, that’s for sure.

Transfiguration, Autumn was definitely the NEWT for that subject. Why waste her talents by not taking the NEWT for it, right? This subject was probably the second class she was best in, Charms being the first of course. The girl honestly didn’t know what she wanted to do after leaving Hogwarts though, but having options is always a good thing. Autumn wasn’t expecting much when it came to her NEWTs though; despite being as smart and determined as she truly is, she was still pretty insecure about herself. Even if she just gets an acceptable, that’s fine with her. Hell, that’s really all she wants, to be acceptable.

Entering the Transfiguration classroom now, she looked up at the teacher there. She smiled at them and looked around for a seat to take. She liked to stay in the middle, even if it was just a one on one with a teacher; Which she has done quite a few times already. The girl was not afraid to ask for help from teachers or fellow students when it came to magic she didn’t understand.

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Autumn & Nash; Are charms what you are selling?

    “You as well.” replying before she had to dismiss herself. The time of the day may be beneficial for the wizard, he’d hope a slow pace would keep her less distracted and himself in a quieter area. It wasn’t like Autumn had a proper office, nor was he sure where else to find her—as if he frequented bars enough to know what London’s night-life was like. None the less she returned, just in time for him to finish a second sip. “I was wondering if you know much of the charm workings with Probity Probe and Remembralls?” he started, taking a brief pause “I’m looking to see what the capabilities are in making something for a family member that has a mix of both properties—” he stopped himself, edging up on his chair to lean a bit closer to her. Nash didn’t want anyone to hear him frankly, “I truly no very little about metal charming, but I wanted a piece of jewelry or something inconspicuous…I was wondering if you knew any detection spells or protection incantations that could be woven into say a ring or a necklace?” The young wizard probably sounded desperate, not to mention a little flimsy on his exact wants. For Nash, he wanted an object that detected concealed people or threats like the probe did…cast a coloring or shade, to warn the wearer like the Remembrall; yet in some way bring protection. Sounds like a lo, rightt?

Autumn let the other speak, listening to everything he had to say before she would give in her two knuts. The girl nodded when he mentioned Probity Probe and Remembralls, of course she was familiar with them. She had a Remembrall back then and dissected it like a frog. At his next statement, she raised an eyebrow at him “Sticking a spell to an inanimate object is the easy part.” she started “but it’s the spell itself is the hard part.” she then said, shrugging as she got a rag and made herself look busy with the glasses again “I'm sorry, but what do you want exactly?" she asked, tilting her head in curiosity "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. The more I know, the better I can help you." she added with a shrug.

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Autumn & Nash; Are charms what you are selling?

    Before answering he lifted his drink and held it to his nose for a moment. The scent of it was deep, like roasted blackberries during a winter night. It was so inviting, he skipped letting it breath a bit longer, he took a sip of it. Satisfaction was clear across his face; even his smile twisted higher into his cheeks. “Perfect.” whispering to himself, then looked back at her. “I’m Nash Carrow.” fighting the urge to offer his hand, feeling it was took formal for the occasion—let alone this place. “I heard from little snidget that you were a fairly good metal charmer around London.” he figured some flattered peppered in with the truth wouldn’t hurt. “I was hoping to have a drink and pick your mind a bit…if that’s fine?” 

Autumn awaited for his response, once she got his name “Ahh” she nodded at that, then she let out a small giggle at his next words. The girl shook her head and now leaned back “I doubt anyone actually said that, but don’t worry” she started “I’ll gladly help you out.” she then said, as she looked over to her right and saw a costumer calling out to her. She excused herself to serve the other, refilling their drink and immediately returning to Nash “Well, it’s nice to meet you Nash.” she now gave the other a smile. She’s not really what you’d expect a metal charmer would be. You’d usually think they’re mad or evil to the bones, it’s an odd and uncommon profession. Only thing they’re most known for is the golden snitch, it’s also mainly the only thing other metal charmers make now. Of course, there are other things you can do with the skill. Though, again - you’re either mad or evil to get into those types of jobs. Autumn liked to stay clean, at least to the best of her abilities. “So, what do you want to know?” the girl asked.