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potterstillstinks:

He is awkward, as he so often is, when the topic of people’s losses come up. He’d been on the wrong side, no doubt, and he’d still lost no one at all–well, no one besides Bellatrix, and Merlin knew no one was happier about that than him. “I’m sorry,” he says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “About your mother, I mean. You’re probably better off without your father, all things considered.”

“My grandfather reminds me of that daily.” She let out a nervous chuckle, dry and somber. There is an ache she can never put into words when it came to her mother, a feeling that wasn’t there when it came to talking about her father. He was just a cold day, but her mother was an endless winter. “Thank you.” She says softly, over the years that had seemed like that best response. A lot better than it’s okay. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

#{ c:Draco; }#{ conversations; }

shewolfisms:

“Cheers,” Elena says cheerfully, knocking her glass with Hannah’s. “Work is highly overrated, in my understanding of it. Although I’ve always thought I’d be rather good at being a bartender. Well, if I didn’t end up passed out drunk half the time.”

“Well, I happen to love this job.” Hannah retorted, glancing around the bar with an affectionate grin. “You’re personable enough for it, and beautiful enough to draw in a crowd.” Hannah complimented the younger girl, and thought of Ernie’s reaction to his sister working here with her. It caused her lips to turn up into a small smile. She missed her friend. “The drunk bit might be a problem though.”

#{ c:Elena; }#{ conversations; }

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ohthewar-rpg:

Name: Hannah Abbott Date of Birth: 2 March 1980 Occupation: Bartender Status: Exempt

The Story So Far:

Hannah’s earliest years were filled with both laughter and sorrow. Growing up on a farm outside of Kinvarra, Ireland, she knew of her father only through photographs and silences from her mother, and her grandfather’s gruff insistence that they were better off without him. In a way, Hannah agreed – anyone who could make her mother that miserable didn’t deserve to be in their lives – but she couldn’t help but wish she’d known more of him than that he was a Muggle who’d left when he’d learned the truth about his wife. Despite this, her mother and grandfather gave her everything she could have wanted, and Hannah never felt as though she’d been slighted, working hard to maintain an optimistic outlook no matter how difficult things got.

Leaving home was difficult, if only because she would have to leave her mother and grandfather. Regardless, she did well at Hogwarts – she was Sorted into Hufflepuff, where she flourished. The hard work and dedication she’d learned from her mother and grandfather, working with them both on the farm, lent itself well to academics; though she didn’t get the top marks in the year, she always did well, despite teasing from her classmate when her imagination tended to get ahead of her. In her third year, she was the first to realize that Sirius Black was sneaking into the castle using transfiguration, though she guessed plant rather than Animagus.

Made a Prefect in her fifth year, Hannah’s loyalty and kindness grew into a warm and almost maternal character, making her a safe and comfortable leader for her Housemates. Contrary to what they might have guessed, Hannah’s kindness neither made her weak nor cowardly: despite her fears, she joined Dumbledore’s Army. In her sixth year, tragedy struck – her mother was killed by a Death Eater, and Hannah returned home to help her grandfather, whose health was failing in the wake of his daughter’s death. Hannah did not return to school until the next year, during which time she worked hard to try and keep spirits up. It was during this year that she and Neville Longbottom got to know one another, as she helped lead the revival of Dumbledore’s Army, under his leadership. Despite the tragedy around them, Hannah always managed to bring some laughter back to the halls of Hogwarts.

That laughter faded on 2 May 1998. The Battle of Hogwarts dragged all of them into the deadliest parts of the war, and though it would have been safer elsewhere, Hannah insisted on staying, to defend her friends and to stand for what she felt was right. But battles aren’t ever as clean as they seem in stories, and if Hannah hadn’t realized just how vicious thing were becoming, and just how little they could save, she certainly did now. Watching her friends fall was horrific, and Hannah did her best to try and stay standing, though she nearly died, waking up two days later in St. Mungo’s with a plethora of healing injuries and her grandfather at her side.

Traumatized and exhausted, Hannah withdrew for some time, recovering in isolation back home in Ireland, and when Hannah Abbott came back to Hogwarts the warmth was gone from her eyes, her smiles were forced, and her hands shook. She struggled to finish school, prone to overload and unable to stand large crowds, and when she graduated, she did so with pride; stronger, now, than she’d ever been, she took a job to support herself, moving into one of the rooms above the Leaky Cauldron thanks to Tom’s kindness and helping to tend bar – all while trying to regain her laughter.

But when does it become too much to try and pretend that everything’s going to be fine?

Attributes:

+ Amiable, Earnest, Sensitive, Sympathetic.

- Cautious, Insecure, Reactionary, Secretive.

Connections:

Susan Bones: Friend.

Lavender Brown: Friend, coworker.

Neville Longbottom: Acquaintance, crush.

Ernie Macmillan: Friend.

Kingsley Shacklebolt: Antagonist.

Face Claim: Penelope Mitchell Hannah Abbott is TAKEN.

#{ trailing roses behind her feet; }#{ bio; }

chaosintocosmos:

“Good to hear.” He offers her a smile, bright and genuine – he’s always liked Hannah Abbott. “This place is really looking incredible. I used to hate coming here, felt so impersonal; now, it feels almost homey. And I’m alright; work is half political bullshit and half social bullshit but it’s good work, important work, so I’m glad to do it. And my sister’s joined the team and started getting political herself; you two would get along.”

“Homey is what we aim for.” She chimed, her voice light and happy that to hear he approves of the space. There had been a couple of small changes ever since she arrived, and while she couldn’t take all the credit. Hannah did like knowing she was part of that. “Social and political bullshit is mostly about charm right?” She inquired. “Something you have in abundance.”

“I’d love to meet her, you should bring her by next time.”

#{ c:Blaise; }#{ conversations; }

shewolfisms:

“Straight to the shots, I’m afraid. Will you join me? I can’t drink alone, Hannah, that’s just sad.”

“Okay, I’ll have one. Three at most. I’m still suppose to be working.” Hannah started to pour the amber liquid into two tall shot glasses, and handed one to Elena. “Cheers?”

#{ c:Elena; }#{ conversations; }

potterstillstinks:

Draco pauses, unsure if he should say anything at all–but when has that ever stopped him before? “Who did you lose?” he asks quietly, before taking a sip of his coffee.

“My mother, sixth year.” She didn’t sound offended at the question, and she wasn’t. It was a wound that never healed right, but was soothed with the memories of her mother’s smile. “My father left when I was young, so it was just us.”

#{ conversations; }#{ c:Draco; }

cris-at-the-prophet:

“Absolutely, yeah. Best behavior, I promise. The Three Broomsticks sounds great.”

“Right. Yeah. That sounds - great. Yes. Sí, se puede.”

“I can’t wait.” Her words were awkward, almost giddy. In her mind she had the courage to lean over and kiss his cheek. Cute and a little bit smooth, but in reality it was more of a half hug above the bar top. “I’ll see you then.”

#{ c:Cris; }#{ conversations; }

shewolfisms:

“Besides looking this gorgeous and glamorous all day, everyday?”

“I have to go deal with Registration bureaucracy tomorrow. Give me something strong, please.”

“I was toying around with a cocktail involving firewhiskey and hazelnut liqueur if you’d like to try that. Or are we going straight for the shots?”

#{ c:Elena; }#{ conversations; }

potterstillstinks:

“Ah.” She’d lost someone, he remembers, though it’s hard to pinpoint who it was. Her father? Her mother? Someone else? But even Draco knows better than to ask who it was. “That’s understandable. And I suppose in this sort of place neutrality is always the best way to go in this line of work so you don’t alienate potential clients?”

“I suppose so.” She answers but her voice seemed to still be thinking about it when she speaks.

#{ c:Draco; }#{ conversations; }

12, 19, 31, 48

12. Favorite book genre?

Young adult fiction but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t love a good romance every once in a while.

19. What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

She thinks about her mom most nights, and almost has a conversation with her. Telling her about the day’s highs and lows. When it’s not that though it’s whatever is on her tiny television, she doesn’t like to be in idle silence too much. So on many nights she falls asleep with the cooking network on.

31. Most prized possession?

Anything that belonged to her mother. But most importantly; her mother’s jewelry. Her mother was a very down to earth person, but when you opened her collection of shiny accessories it was suddenly very clear that the woman came from very old money. And while a lot of it stayed with her grandfather for safe keeping, the pieces Hannah has with her are easily her most prized possessions.

48. How do they express love?

Hannah expresses love through caring for people, she’s the person who’ll make you soup when you’re sick and visit you on your lunch break to make sure your day is going well.

#chaser-with-the-freckles #{ answered owls; }#{ trailing roses behind her feet; }#{ *headcanons; }

potterstillstinks:

“I think,” Draco says calmly, “that Fudge was proof enough of how far the Ministry would go to prove a point. I’m not saying it’s not a good point, I’m saying it’s got its limitations.”

“And if the day ever comes when I say I don’t want more coffee, please assume I’m dead,” he says, holding out his cup. “What about you, then? Where do you fall in?”

Hannah gladly refilled the cup, the comment about Fudge twisting her features in visible discomfort. “I try to stay as neutral as possible. But there is a personal bias.” She implies, remembering when she was pulled out of herbology in front of her whole class and remembering the scream that left her soon as she heard the news. She was sure she’d shaken the whole castle.

#{ c:Draco; }#{ conversations; }

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tigersniper:

Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

#{ inquire; }

potterstillstinks:

“Ah,” Draco says, taking a slow, thoughtful sip of his coffee when he’s done. It’s much of the same thing he’s heard in the past few weeks; and he can’t say he’s exactly surprised. “No one’s in agreement, are they? I was under the same impression myself. What about the other side, then?”

“The other side, says it’s great.” Hannah said while pouring another cup of coffee for a tired looking traveler at the other end of the bar. “That it makes it easier to round them all up and make them face real justice for what they’ve done.” She pauses flowing the cup over to the other customer carefully, before turning back to her old classmate. “But the Ministry would never let that happen either, I mean.” Hannah rolls her shoulders back as if bracing herself to ask the question that seemed to fall from her mouth. “Who would let innocent people suffer just to make a point?”

“Most people however.” She lifted the hand that was previously used to indicate this extreme side, picked up an empty shot glass and placed it in the middle. “Hover around the middle. I call this the uncomfortable, and conflicted zone.” She was about to reference a muggle singer’s lyric, it’s not right but it’s okay. Then realized it the only reason she knew who the singer was, was because her mother had kept some of the records her muggle father had giving her. “More coffee?”

#{ ignore the gif text }#{ c:Draco; }#{ conversations; }

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clarkesbellmy:

aesthetics ⇝ hufflepuff girls ↪ (where they are just and loyal.)

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cris-at-the-prophet:

“You can tell Tom that I come in peace. I know better than to mess with barkeeps. You’re in no danger, princesa.” Though I might be.

“Where d’you want to meet? It’s been a long time since I’ve hung around Hogsmeade, I don’t know the hot spots anymore.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him that you are a perfect gentleman with the most noble of intentions.”

“The Three Broomsticks is nice and cosy. How about there?”

#{ c:Cris; }#{ conversations; }

chaosintocosmos:

“You’ve never led me wrong,” Blaise says with a grin. He accepts the plate with a warm, if tired, thank you, before turning his attention back to Hannah. “How’ve you been? How are things here?”

“I’ve been good.” And she means it, the bar was like another home. And Tom like a parental figure, neither replace the ones she had but they were great additions. She used the calming draught, first given to her by Madam Pomfrey in her fifth year, less now and on the days when she was just tending bar she didn’t need it at all. “Things around here have left me feeling content. How about you? How’s work?”

#{ c:Blaise; }#{ conversations; }

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