Doris had worked at Eclipse for almost three years, ever since she had left Hogwarts, and had become so used to dodging the groping, creepy hands of her customers that her movements through the speakeasy were automatic, almost unconscious. Walking up to the bar, she had dodged a couple with a swift swing of her hips, while simultaneously picking up several glasses from a nearby table. She knew she should have cared more, and if she really wanted to she could have broken a few of their fingers but it would have meant losing her job. She couldn’t afford to do that.
Smiling slightly at the woman who approached her, she shook her head. It was a kind gesture, in a slightly terrifying sort of way, but she supposed it was a classic case of women looking out for each other. She appreciate that. Not many people often cared about the lowly waitresses. “I think an accident already occurred at the moment of his conception” she smirked, pushing her tray of drinks onto the bar, eyes darting to the headline of the newspaper that sat on top of it. “Thank you for your offer, but I can take care of the likes of him. I’ve been working here long enough now”.
She shook her head as she walked around to the other side of the bar. Pulling the glasses from the tray, she emptied them into the magical sink hidden from view, where they began to wash themselves up. “Not very, but he was one of the few professors who didn’t tell me that I was useless, or that I would amount to nothing” Doris shrugged. “Or at least he never said it to my face. Anyway, what can I get you?” she asked, before pursing her lips thoughtfully. “Sorry, but are you new around here? I’m usually good with faces but I can’t say I’ve seen you before”.
She was barely aware of her words being deemed inappropriate. When it came to that sort of thing, Oriana didn’t have much of a filter. She spoke what was one her mind at the time, when it was on her mind. Be damned if she offended someone. All her life people had told her she was wrong, a monster, unusual, not good enough. She wasn’t going to stand by and watch someone get treated inappropriately by a man for just existing. It filled her with rage. Or it filled her with more rage than usual. If people were going to call her a monster, then she damn well was going to act like one. Damned if she had to put up with people thinking that she was normal.
Oriana shrugged at the response. So most people were reasonable. That was the only problem with wanting to protect people. However, if she saw this man outside Eclipse, Oriana would smack the fuck out of him with no regrets regardless of what she was being told right now. “Does your boss know about stuff like that?” Her boss also probably needed a good smack as well. If these were the kinds of patrons that they served, then this wasn’t a place that Oriana wanted to give her money to.
The werewolf watched her empty glasses into a tray. While Oriana knew that some people were shaken up about the missing headmaster, Oriana hadn’t gone to school in England and she didn’t know any of the professors. Even if she did meet them, she doubted that she’d remember them. “Oh.” She didn’t know what else she could help with because she didn’t know about the location of the headmaster and she wouldn’t tell if she did. “Hm. I donno. I haven’t been drunk in a while.” Not that she could. “I’ve never been here before, but I’ve been in England for a while. I’m from Norway, went to Durmstrang, then needed to get the fuck out and travel for a bit.” She stayed because she had the pack. “Oriana,” she said, drumming her fingers on the bar counter.