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scorpius:

“Not sure I’d call it enthusiasm. More like I just want to hang out with one of my old friends. It feels like I haven’t seen you in years.” How long had it been exactly? It felt like there were very few people Scorpius actually ever saw from school anymore these days. Some he wished weren’t that way, but even as much as he had liked to believe, he wasn’t the brightest when it came to sharing things with people. “I’m doing okay, well as okay as a full time healer can be. Especially in this time.” Slightly, his eyes rolled. It got crazy some days, how many people he’d have come in for injuries. The war seemed to be coming fast. “A drink would be great. As long as it’s non alcoholic.”

"I’m sorry that I’m never around anymore. I just don’t feel like I have, like, any reason to be.” She was clearly depressed--or, at least something of the like. She wouldn’t be surprised. She should probably go to get her meds adjusted soon but, if she were being perfectly honest with herself, she had been avoiding all forms of help and all hospitals, especially since Scorpius had become a healer. She was not very open about her past struggles with mental health and tried to minimize judgement in any way possible, and avoiding relationships with people that she cared about was the easiest way she knew how. “Yeah, I can’t even begin to imagine how difficult work is right now.” She gave him a soft smile, getting up from her seat and getting him a glass of water and a soda, and a butterbeer for herself. She balanced them all, as a skilled waitress might before placing them on the table and sitting down from across him again. “I’ll get you something else if you want, too. Just let me know what?” Lucy downed half of her drink, before wiping her upper lip, “How’s Lily?” She was avoiding family pretty damn well.

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rabastan:

“I don’t know, it’s not one of my usual haunts,” he said, walking into the place and wrinkling his nose. “Do you not have any air flow in here?” When Rabastan had been young, the first time, the Leaky Cauldron had been the one and only place to be in Diagon Alley—they never had any problems with money for as long as he had been there, but he had no idea how much things had changed since he was young.

“We uh, usually keep the windows open.” It was the way that it was. Lucy couldn’t complain and, couldn’t do much about the way that the Cauldron’s infrastructure was noticeably crumbling around them. She ignored it--that’s all she could do. “So, what brings you to London?” The place was empty, she offered him a seat and poured a glass off water, slinging a washcloth over her shoulder.

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rabastan:

Rabastan looked her over. “You don’t know a drying charm?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you still a student or something? Because in that case, you can just walk home wet and think about how you shouldn’t be in a pub anyway.” He leaned against the doorway, a crooked smirk on his features. He got too much joy out of antagonizing others, he knew that, but it was much more interesting than anything else that was going on in his life for the time being. Biding their time was not the way Rabastan wanted to spend his resurrection.

"I’ve been working here for the past like, 5 years.” She shot him daggers, but still smiled, because she was working after all. “So, no, I’m not a student.” She sniffled a bit, shooting him another look, “Are you coming in? If not, close the damn door.” It was getting hot and they were too broke at the moment to afford anything to cool the place down and Lucy was hardly skilled enough to place a long term cooling charm on the place without it snowing.

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scorpius:

“I know huh?” He teased lightly, raising his eyebrows over at her with a smile. His eyes then fell to the paper ball as she pulled it out, watching her uncrumple it. A party? He wasn’t even sure the last time he had been invited to a party, except the casual ones his job had like once a year. “I wasn’t planning on it,” he stated to her first question, his eyes flickering back up to her as he wondered why she had even asked. Chuckling softly, he nodded. “I’d love to tag along, Luce. I’d be kind of jealous if I found out later you went to a party without me.”

"Thank fuck.” Lucy let out the breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding. She went to these things as a formality, but every second that she was out, she was damn miserable. In the past few months, Lucy rarely saw Scorpius anymore but she enjoyed his company much more than most of her ex-classmates. He didn’t get her on any deeper psychological than them, but she felt more understood by him than she did by them. It was all in her head. “I’m glad you are more enthusiastic than me. It’s so hard to get myself to go to these damn things.” She ran her hand through her hair, it falling forward, despite her pushing it back. “How are you, anyway?” She was going to go but she wasn’t so sure now. “Do you want a drink or anything?”

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rabastan:

Rabastan gently created wisps of clouds from the tip of his wand, a spell of his own design, from the roof of the Leaky Cauldron. It only took a moment for the clouds to unleash a downpour on the pedestrians below, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the confusion on their faces when they looked up at the clouds. When someone caught him, however, he immediately ducked down—the last thing he needed was undue attention, but, shit, he needed to do something to keep his mind occupied.

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Lucy watched from the window, as she waited for her shift to end in 5... 4... 3... 2...1... rather wistfully -- the sun was out and everything seemed right in the world. She zoned out on a man who had clearly been up to no good, sparks shooting from the tip of his wand as he pointed up the the sky. Suddenly, there was a torrential downpour and she watched him duck in the doorway, escaping his own nightmarish creation. She pushed the door open. “Hey, asshole. Thanks for ruining my entire fucking evening.”

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frank:

“is it?” he let out a laugh. frank had been fighting tooth and nail for this place– solely because he knew his mother would if she were well enough to. they’d been threatened with shut down or with people buying them out so many times. if they didn’t have their few loyal customers, the leaky cauldron would’ve been long gone by now. “if it’s personal, luce, i get it.” frank nodded. he didn’t want her to feel like he was forcing her to tell him. it was important that some things were just kept personal. he let out another laugh at her question, “let’s just say it’s very complicated. i thought– i thought i started to… but i guess it didn’t work out.” frank shrugged. “when i’m not on the clock i’m still fixing this place up. and if i’m not doing that, i’m getting some rest which is usually five minutes at a time.”

“of course it is.” she shot frank a goofy smile, from ear to ear. lucy had been working here while his mother was still in management. she was always so kind to lucy, never asked her questions and let her do as she did. she had picked up a lot of hours since frank took over--he was clearly struggling and lucy didn’t know much of a way to help. she dwelled in her own thoughts for a moment. personal was not the right word. “it’s not personal, it’s just, quite a bit. and i want to explain it to while you aren’t cleaning glasses and all that. you know, if you’d fancy, i’m sure my flatmate would be fine with you joining us some night, like,” she was smiling into her words, “we could make you supper or something. get you away from all of this craziness for a bit? i don’t know. just consider it.” she would love to have someone in the house that didn’t drink all of her damn milk. “complicated because it wasn’t right or complicated because you don’t make time for yourself? you need to take a break sometime. and get more than “five minutes at a time” of sleep! i’m sorry to be on your case like this, but you are just, i don’t know. i want you to be alright. you’re a good person, frank. you know that, right?”

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lorcan:

Lorcan was lying on the sofa in his underwear, Keith Richards’ book open in front of him as he squinted at it, at the same time playing some old record by the Stones too loudly. He barely looked up when the door opened. “We’re out of milk,” he said, reaching down with one hand to hold up the empty carton. “That’s my bad. Whenever I’m high, I just really, really want milk.” Lorcan looked up at her. “It doesn’t even taste good to someone like me. I don’t know why I drink it.”

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“Then get off your ass and go get some.” Lucy quipped, undressing seconds after closing the door, and pulling her hair up. It was an unusually long day and all she wanted was a bit of sleep or empathy or something. “Milk is fucking disgusting anyway. I keep talking about going vegan. Damn, I should really do that. She walked into her bedroom, piled her clothes on her bed and rummaged around in a few pairs of dirty pant pockets for a joint, which she had, to her misfortune, displaced. Lucy returned to Lorcan and rolled her eyes at his pathetic display. “Did you smoke my joint?” She needn’t ask, Lucy already knew he had. “Also, if you are going to play music so the whole of London can hear it, make it less basic.” With her two pointer fingers, she carefully removed the record and replaced it, putting on her favorite “Stones” band--The Stone Roses. “Sorry, but this is much better high music.” She took a seat on the couch, lifting his feet to make room. “So, what did you do all damn day?”

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frank:

“but i’m saying– i know people.” he told her, brows raised along with his signature grin. “if we didn’t do the things rough on our bodies, luce, would we ever really be happy?” frank squinted as he made his joke, pulling out a rag to wipe a few smudges off some glasses. he only asked about the writing because he saw her a couple times doing it on break, but maybe it wasn’t a career thing– people wrote for fun. those people just definitely were not frank. “lovely.” frank stated. “alright, then ask me a question.”

“no, i suppose not.” she was rough on her body in ways that not even sport could comprehend. “but this bangin’ bod’ needs to stay in tact. it’s the only reason we have a regular clientele anymore.” lucy teased with a smile. she knew that they were doing the best they could and, since she had known him, frank had always been there for her. she would do the same for him as this place inevitably crumbled around them. “i’ll tell you about my writing off the clock? sometime? i don’t know.” she fumbled for her words. the only one of the people in her life who were aware of how she spent her time when not mixing drinks and waiting tables was her flatmate, and she just felt a need to explain to him. maybe it was time to open up. “okay, a question, right. tell me about um,” she thought on it, and realized that she didn’t know as much about frank as she thought. “are you dating anyone? what do you do when you aren’t working? spill. guts and all.”

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frank:

“the cannons?” frank’s nose scrunched, “you know i could get you a spot with ballycastle.” he had played there for six years and was still told he’d be welcomed back any time– so he definitely had the connections. “but you’d need a bit of brushing up before we ever saw you back on a broom, lucy weasley.” he teased. “maybe one of these days.” frank narrowed his eyes playfully at her. “how’s the writing going?”

“i wasn’t offered a spot on ballycastle. besides, quidditch isn’t my calling, not that i even know what my calling is. it’s just too rough on my body. and i fucking loathe hanging out with all of those asshole blokes that think they can explain how to be a beater to me better than i play.” she grimaced, putting her head in her hand before swirling her drink around in her cup again and taking a swig. she almost spit out her drink when frank mentioned writing. she hadn’t told him. maybe he didn’t even know. “it’s, it’s great. fine.” her writing was not a topic of conversation that was often brought up in a workplace. it was a bit, uh, explicit for that.

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scorpius:

A small smile came over his lips at her words, though he would be lying if he wasn’t curious as to exactly what was going on between the two. “Of course I can. Anything for a friend.” Leaning forward on to the table a bit, trying to ignore the other person, he raised his brows over at her. “How have you been lately? Haven’t seen you in some time now. I was starting to think you completely disappeared or something.”

“I’ve been, um, you know.” She wished she had completely disappeared, but instead, she stayed walled up until the moment was right. And the moment was right indeed. “Are you going to this thing?” She unfolded a balled up piece of paper from her pocket, a scribbled address and time. Some party. Nothing too thrilling, old classmates of hers threw them occasionally. “Do you want to come with? I was going alone, but you’re here so, I -- well, it’s up to you.” She needed the companionship of a familiar face that wasn’t going to judge her actions.