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[ofrosmertaollivander]

who: @luciusgilberte where: outside the three broomsticks

roz quickly remembered why she never wore the shirt she was wearing. it was far too small and she was constantly having to pull it up. it didn’t help that she had about three unopened bottles of firewhiskey in her arms that she was trying to drop. she was also running late to open the bar. luckily for her, the familiar figure that belonged to lucius malfoy came strutting down the cobblestoned street. 

she hated that she had to ask, but she stopped trying to wrangle the bottles, her shirt, and her wand and huffed, clearly annoyed. she attempted to pull her shirt up and said, “can you grab a bottle while i try to unlock the door?” she grumbled.

[siriusxorion]

Sirius liked to think he was ready for anything, that he had carefully considered and prepared for any possible outcome to any situation. He hadn’t of course, a fact that had been proven both to him and everyone that knew him time and time again - that never stopped him, however. So when he saw Rosmerta out somewhere other than the Three Broomsticks, he was confident he could win her over, surely, now that he could be something other than her patron. But his throat started to itch and a cough came out before he could stop it, and suddenly she was looking at him. 

“Hey.” He grinned, hoping the boyish charm of being taken slightly off guard was enough to win him a moment to get his brain to function again, as it was currently supplying him with…..nothing at all. He cleared his throat again ad licked his lips, a small chuckle falling from them. Sirius straightened, his smile broadening, as he shook himself and found his normal confidence and he took a few steps to bring himself closer. “Almost didn’t recognize you without a bottle of firewhiskey.”

@rosielamuerte​

[ofrosmertaollivander]

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rosmerta often bumped into people she had served at her bar outside of her working hours. it wasn’t unusual, considering how many people where in an out on a busy night. even on a slow night, there were enough people going in and out for her to run into someone nearly every time she went out. for the most part, people left her alone. she didn’t mind talking to people she served outside of her bar, but there was a time and place. 

sirius, however, was one she never minded talking to when she ran into him outside of the bar. they had interacted enough at the bar that they were always flirting. it didn’t matter when or where, if he was flirting, she would flirt back. 

roz quirked an eyebrow when he suddenly started coughing. “what was it this time?” she asked. “was it the shirt or the fact that i’m actually wearing a skirt shorter than my knees?” she teased.

[ofrosmertaollivander]

who: roz & emmeline @amissafide​ where: the three broomsticks

rosmerta had heard her fair share of bullshit at the three broomsticks. she had grown up at the bar and had inherited it when her father decided to move back to ireland. it was the nature of the job, but some days it was easier to listen to than others. usually she found it interesting. she was of the thought process that drunk words were sober thoughts. but other days, it was too much and she zoned out what the drunken people said. 

grabbing the beer emmeline had ordered, roz shuffled back to the younger woman and handed it to her. “can you believe some of the shit these people say?” she asked quietly to the woman across from her as she rolled her eyes. “for fucks sake,” she muttered under her breath as she grabbed a towel and wiped down the condensation that had accumulated on the bar in front of her.