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Verity was busy ringing through a sale when Moira caught her eye.
She gave her a surreptitious wink in return to let the girl know she had seen her, then went back to finishing the sale. As soon as the customer was on their way to the door, she beckoned over one of the sales staff to take her place, then made her way over to the window.
“Alright Moy?” she said, greeting her with a brief pat on the shoulder. “How’s tricks? And how’s that super-hot dad of yours?” It was a running joke that she always teased the girl about how much she fancied her dad. At least, Verity found it amusing. She couldn’t really say whether Moira found it as funny as she did.
Moira smirked as Verity finally came over to her. “Hiya Auntie,” she said with a chuckle, not at all bothered by the flirtation towards her father. She’d gotten used to questions like that a long time ago. “Da’s good. You know him, keeping busy and obsessed with quidditch, nothing new,” she admitted with a grin, fidgeting with a small box, not even sure what was inside it.
“How’s it goin’? I mean, besides tha whole work thing,” she asked, trying to be polite despite brimming with nervous energy.
favorite bartender | Rose & Moira
“Yes,” Rose rolled her eyes, “but if we get a lot of the stuff done beforehand, we can get off at like 11:30 instead of like… 12:45 like last weekend.”
She stretched, rolling her neck around and trying to work out the kinks in her muscles. “Shit. I’m working too much, I think. I might need a holiday.”
She put the whisky bottle back and grinned. “So, what are you up to tonight? Meeting anyone?”
“Ugh, who has time for a holiday?” Moira asked with a laugh. Work kept her much too busy to think of taking any real time off. “I’d kill for a week without some bloody idiot screaming at me, though. People are ridiculous,” she said with a sigh. Maybe once the school year started and Diagon Alley died down she could take some time off. That’d be fun.
“Nah, just myself tonight. Had a hell o’ a shift and just wanted a drink before heading home,” she explained, focusing her attention on the drink in front of her, sipping the expensive whisky. “Do I seriously look date ready?” she asked with a laugh, knowing her hair was a mess and makeup smudged. The blonde insisted on looking perfect every chance she could get, and the fact that she wasn’t shown just what a long day it had been.
@averitableangel
It was the summer after fifth year and Moira found herself quite confused. She and her father had always been close, but this.... this was just something she couldn’t bring herself to ask her Da about. It was much too embarrassing.
Instead, she flooed down to Diagon Alley, claiming she was going to visit friends. She was planning on seeing one woman in particular and made her way straight to the shop. It was later in the day, so business was starting to wind down at most of the shops, and Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes was practically empty when she stepped into it.
Smiling, she caught the eye of the blonde woman behind the counter and waved slight, before she made her way to view some of the products in the window. Verity would eventually come say hi when she had time to chat. Moira didn’t want to cause any problems for the woman.
favorite bartender | Rose & Moira
Rose poured the shots. “If one shot of whisky can get you that drunk, then I think they revoke your Scottish license.”
Rose did her own shot and only reacted slightly. At this point, drinking whisky to get through a rough shift was a basic survival instinct. She always could drink it like water anyway.
“And I don’t mind when you hit on me. You’re better at it than they are,” she snorted. “You have some skills in that regard, so it’s entertaining at the very least.”
Smirking, Moira downed the shot in a smooth, practiced motion, and slid the glass across the bar towards Rose. “Well, glad ta know I’m entertainin’ at least,” she teased, knowing she took after her father with his confident attitude and flirtatious habits.
“How much longer is your shift? Not stuck ‘til closing, are ya?” she asked, hoping for her friend’s sake she wouldn’t be here that long.
favorite bartender | Rose & Moira
“Yeah?” Rose asked, genuinely intereated, but also moving away enough to take care of two slightly demanding customers that had just stumbled up to the bar.
As she prepared and served their requested drinks, they attempted a series of hideously transparent attempts at flirting which Rose dismissed easily before sending them on their way.
“I swear,” she sighed, coming over to stand in front of Moira again, a bottle in her hand. “Do a shot with me? And then you can tell me if the ‘Get drunk and try to hit on me’ sign I am apparently wearing makes my arse look big.”
Moira didn’t mind as Rose stepped away to deal with other customers, understanding completely how work went. And Moira would tip Rose good regardless of the service she received, so it made perfect sense for the bartender to focus on others more.
“Luv, if you’re lookin’ ta avoid gettin’ hit on, ya probably shouldn’t be gettin’ me sloshed so quickly,” she teased with a grin, leaning against the counter. “But I’m not one ta turn away a shot, so pour away.”
favorite bartender | Rose & Moira
Rose snorted, and grinned, coming over to stand in front of Moira. “You might want to be careful with that question, Wood. Maybe you wouldn’t like the response.”
Nonetheless, she prepared Moira’s usual beverage and set it on the bar in front of her. “I have had the night from hell, and having you in here is a drastic improvement, in all honesty.”
Moira laughed at Rose’s response, not at all worried what sort fo response that question might garner. If it was one she didn’t quite enjoy, she’d deal with that when it happened.
As Rose slid her favorite drink over without being prompted, she smiled. “Sounds ‘bout like my day’s been,” Moira admitted, scooping up the glass and taking a sip from it. “It was busy as shit in the shop, wasn’t expecting ta get slammed like that.”
“——-Oh wow… I didn’t think I’d get this far.”
“I dunno where to go from here.”
"Well normally from here the person askin’ for a date would suggest a restaurant.”
“I’d suggest somethin’ nice, but not too fancy. Where we can have fun.”
“Okay, here’s an idea—-You ready?”
“Go out with me.”
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“Just name tha time and place, dear, I’ll be there.”
favorite bartender | Rose & Moira
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Tired from a long day running the shop by herself, Moira made her way to her favorite pub. She’d insisted it wouldn’t be a busy day and she’d be able to handle everything herself, but then she got slammed and she hadn’t stopped running all day. She settled on a barstool and let out a happy sigh as her weight was relieved from her aching feet.
“Oy, beautiful, what’s it take fer a girl ta get a drink in here?” the Scot asked flashing a wicked grin at the young redheaded woman behind the bar.
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“Now that one is much better.”
Dominique leaned her chin on her hand as she listened to the instructions before the class was told to pair off. The girl beside her caused the part Veela to blink her blue eyes quickly before she grinned with a nod. Her family was actually a bit shocked when she’d been sorted into Slytherin instead of Gryffindor or even Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff might have even been a better place for her. But she’d shrugged and just went on with it. She was in Slytherin and there was nothing she could do beyond making the most of it.
“Uh. Sure!” She smiled.
“Great!” She said with a grin, her Scottish accent fairly thick. “I’m Moira, by the way. Moira Wood,” she introduced herself, scooting over to be closer to the girl she’d chosen as her partner. She was pretty sure this was one of the Weasley children, at least, she’d seen her with a group of Weasleys at the train station, but she had no idea which kid was which. There was so many of them!
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Eleven year old Moira was beyond excited for today’s potion class. This was the first time they were going to make a real potion, something important and exciting, not just playing with ingredients to make colored smoke.
As the professor told them to pair up, Moira looked to the blonde Slytherin girl to her left, flashing her a friendly grin. “Hey! Wanna be my partner?” Unlike the rest of her house, she didn’t have any problems with Slytherin’s. Her Da had made it plenty clear that Slytherin’s could be good people, and she shouldn’t hold their house against them.
are you trash? because i can take you out tonight.
“That depends on if you have a better, slightly less insulting, pick up line, sweetheart.”
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“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
“can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
“just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
“really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
“zero fucks given. next please.”
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