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"Did you hear about what happened in potions today?"
Amelia whipped around, and grinned, ready for the gossip. “What happened?”
Amelia snorted, then covered her eyes and laughed. “Of course you do! Explosion, right, right- how long’s that going to last?”
“Until next class,” he said, “meet you for lunch?”
Amelia nodded, waving him off as he headed down the hall. "See you then, Messy Boy!"
"It’s three in the morning and I’m bored and you’re the only one awake. Let’s sneak out and go to Hogsmeade."
“You had me at sneak out.”
He grinned and shot out of bed, strangely already dressed, and almost skipped out.
“I know just the place we can use to get out of here.”
Amelia had no reason not to trust him; she patted his back, and gave a thumbs up as she slid down the hatch.
Paulo quickly followed after her, and the statue shut behind them and turned its back, never the worse for wear.
At the end of the slide, he landed softly on his feet and again pulled out his wand, summoning a soft, white light for them to see while they made their way through the twisty, rabbit-hole like tunnel. It took them a good half hour or so, but they finally reached the staircase that lead up to the basement of Honeydukes.
“’s not open,” obvious, “but they leave the basement door unlocked and there’s a back way out into an alley that they always leave open so the cats can come in and out.”
“How’d you find out all of this?” Amelia asked curiously, following him up the stairs and through the door. The basement was crowded with boxes and knick-knacks from every time and age and different shades of wear. There were kegs - for butterbeer, she assumed - on a far wall. The chandelier rocked very slowly from the wind of the door opening. She dusted off her out-of-school jeans and pulled her hands through her hair, making sure she was clean.
“Now that’d be kissing and telling!” He grinned at her and slowly opened the basement hatch, glancing around the empty storefront, before hauling himself out of the basement and holding open the door.
“M’lady,” he cooed, holding out his hand to help her out.
Amelia rolled her eyes, taking his hand. “Where’s a guy’s fedora when he needs it,” She jokingly complained, fixing her jacket, and looking around the empty store. “Well… what is open here at this time of night?”
“Bars, mostly,” he admitted. He quietly crept through the shopfront and out the back door, hopping over the garden fence without much trouble.
“The Hogshead usually closes at 5 AM and opens at noon, and the Three Broomsticks stays open all day, every day if you want some Firewhiskey or Butterbeer.”
Her stomach growled. “Do they have burgers?” She asked, checking her watch. It was about 2 AM. “We could go to where you prefer, as long as they have food. I’m starving.”
"Hey! Astrid!" Amelia called across the gryffindor hall. "You wanna go practice together?"
“Yeah that sounds great!” Astrid replied. “Lemme just go get my stuff! You can tag along if you want, it should only take a second!”
“Okay!” Amelia agreed, swinging her bat as she ran to catch up with the other beater. “How was your class?”
Astrid shrugged. “It’s Transfiguration. It’s generally about the same every time.” She paused on the steps to let Amelia catch up.
Amelia landed with a stomp next to Astrid and took her hand. “Oh, man- how ironic! You’d think it’d change a little, right?” She laughed, and kissed her girlfriend on the cheek. “How much freetime do you have left for the day? Or was that your last class?”
Astrid leaned her head on Amelia’s shoulder affectionately, trying to remember her schedule. “I’m done for today.” She said after a short time. “What about you, do you have any more classes today, or can we play until dinner?”
“We could play all night, if you wanted to,” Amelia chimed, grinning excitedly. When they got to the field, it was empty. She unlocked the door to the storage room that held their brooms, bats, and balls. “The usual?”
“Yeah.” She said. “Wait what time is it?” Astrid was admittedly a bit of a scatterbrain. If it weren’t for other people in their house, the Dane would probably be missing meals and classes left and right, simply because she didn’t know what time it was. And meals were VERY important!
Amelia checked her metal-plated wristwatch (perfect for during games of quidditch, or practice) as they set up the bludgers. “A little after 1, babe. We have time- did you eat any lunch?”
“I’m going to buy you a drink. Next week. On Thursday. When I get paid. Can you swing this one?”
She sighed. “Fine. But could we make it dinner and drinks?” She winked at Amelia, then waved over the bartender to hand them the money for both her drink and Amelia’s.
She nodded. “Yeah, a couple more should be fine, go ahead.” She encouraged. “Do you mean like everything taken from you at once? Or just generally?”
“I know that… If it ever like, gets close to happening- Maybe I’m late on a bill or something- I know that rationally it’s all gonna be okay but my body still tenses up n’ stuff, y’know?” Amelia ordered a bourbon, and sipped it delicately. “I dunno, something my mom taught me, I guess.” A few moments of silence followed, and Amelia changed the topic. “What’s… your favorite drink?”
“Drink like alcoholic drink or drink like any? Because out of alcohol, I’d say Long Island Iced Tea, but out of any I’d say probably either Cola or Roy Rogers. What about you? You’ve had a variety of drinks today, haven’t you?” She answered after respectfully nodding along to Amelia’s explanation.
Amelia giggled, before letting out a small burp. Jeez, that bourbon really did her in. “You got that right! I love Shirley Temples and martinis! Strawberry ones are usually the best… but you look like the tall glass of water I’ve been needing!” Amelia laughed a little, winking at Astrid. “Get it? ‘Cause I’m gay. I’m really gay.”
Astrid laughed, possibly a little too loud because some of the other bar patrons turned to look at them. She always had had trouble with volume control. “Me too!” She said. “Also that was really, really smooth.”
“Thanks!” Amelia said. “We should probably go, though- or at least I should. Passing out at the bar wouldn’t be good for my job.” Amelia still had the mind to turn red, but she didn’t really know why. Fuck, she was drunk. “I should pee first, though.”
“Peeing is a good idea. I’ll pay while you do that, and we can meet back here to make plans for Thursday?” Astrid said. “If—if you still want to of course.” She said. She was surprised at herself. She wasn’t actually as drunk today as she usually was at bars. Perhaps because of all the conversation. She really hung out with Bjorn too much, didn’t she? But Amelia really was great company, and she’d love to hang out with the mayor’s assistant again…or start dating.
They were standing, having moved out of their bar stools. Amelia looked at Astrid, and quickly gave her a kiss. It might not have been too pleasant - beer-tinged and maybe a little sloppy - but it got her point across. She smiled. “I would love to!”
Now, though, she quickly turned and made a beeline for the restroom before she made an embarrassment out of herself.
"Did you hear about what happened in potions today?"
Amelia whipped around, and grinned, ready for the gossip. “What happened?”
Amelia snorted, then covered her eyes and laughed. “Of course you do! Explosion, right, right- how long’s that going to last?”
"It’s three in the morning and I’m bored and you’re the only one awake. Let’s sneak out and go to Hogsmeade."
“You had me at sneak out.”
He grinned and shot out of bed, strangely already dressed, and almost skipped out.
“I know just the place we can use to get out of here.”
Amelia had no reason not to trust him; she patted his back, and gave a thumbs up as she slid down the hatch.
Paulo quickly followed after her, and the statue shut behind them and turned its back, never the worse for wear.
At the end of the slide, he landed softly on his feet and again pulled out his wand, summoning a soft, white light for them to see while they made their way through the twisty, rabbit-hole like tunnel. It took them a good half hour or so, but they finally reached the staircase that lead up to the basement of Honeydukes.
“’s not open,” obvious, “but they leave the basement door unlocked and there’s a back way out into an alley that they always leave open so the cats can come in and out.”
“How’d you find out all of this?” Amelia asked curiously, following him up the stairs and through the door. The basement was crowded with boxes and knick-knacks from every time and age and different shades of wear. There were kegs - for butterbeer, she assumed - on a far wall. The chandelier rocked very slowly from the wind of the door opening. She dusted off her out-of-school jeans and pulled her hands through her hair, making sure she was clean.
“Now that’d be kissing and telling!” He grinned at her and slowly opened the basement hatch, glancing around the empty storefront, before hauling himself out of the basement and holding open the door.
“M’lady,” he cooed, holding out his hand to help her out.
Amelia rolled her eyes, taking his hand. “Where’s a guy’s fedora when he needs it,” She jokingly complained, fixing her jacket, and looking around the empty store. “Well... what is open here at this time of night?”
Amelia knocked on the door of the building. She fluffed her hair, straightened her skirt, and held onto her folder of information about this place and the owner.
A rather frazzled, accented voice echoed from somewhere inside, over the sound of equipment. “It is unlocked! Please come in!”
..then there was shattering of glass which was followed by a litany of foreign curses.
“My cousin said this would be a fantastic place to set up shop,” she nodded, as if to reassure herself. “I can do good work here.” She hoped.
She took the folder with a small smile, looking them over. “Am I going to need a lawyer for these? Because I do not have one yet.”
“I don’t think so!” Amelia exclaimed. “It would be good to have one, but you don’t need one for these.” Amelia left Anya to sign, and looked around the place. “Are you going to specialize in beer or wine?”
She looked up from where she was scribbling her signature over and over again. “Beer and spirits, actually. I will be working from family recipes for both!”
Amelia gasped. “Oh, thank God- you must be a gift from the heavens!” She laughed, resting her weight on one foot. “The thirty minute commute down the hill really isn’t worth the bar hopping. I’m sure you’re going to get a lot of business.”
Amelia knocked on the door of the building. She fluffed her hair, straightened her skirt, and held onto her folder of information about this place and the owner.
A rather frazzled, accented voice echoed from somewhere inside, over the sound of equipment. “It is unlocked! Please come in!”
..then there was shattering of glass which was followed by a litany of foreign curses.
Amelia stepped in, heels clicking on the hard floor. “Hello? It’s Amelia from city hall!” She paused, assessing what she heard. “Are you alright?”
The brewery was ‘cozy’ to say the least. A lot of shining new equipment crammed into a rather small, start up space. It also seemed like their should be at least ten more people running the operation of such equipment…but instead there was only one person present, sweeping up a lost crate of shattered bottle using a push broom.
“Ah. Miss Amelia,” she was spread a nod. “A pleasure to meet you, I am sure.”
“The pleasure is all mine! I know that I’ve personally been waiting for a brewery up here- we have a few bars in L.G. but they aren’t as fancy as a full brewery, y’know?” Amelia shook Anya’s hand, giving her the papers in her folder. “There’s just a few things for you to sign and then you’ll be good to go!”
“My cousin said this would be a fantastic place to set up shop,” she nodded, as if to reassure herself. “I can do good work here.” She hoped.
She took the folder with a small smile, looking them over. “Am I going to need a lawyer for these? Because I do not have one yet.”
“I don’t think so!” Amelia exclaimed. “It would be good to have one, but you don’t need one for these.” Amelia left Anya to sign, and looked around the place. “Are you going to specialize in beer or wine?”
Amelia knocked on the door of the building. She fluffed her hair, straightened her skirt, and held onto her folder of information about this place and the owner.
A rather frazzled, accented voice echoed from somewhere inside, over the sound of equipment. “It is unlocked! Please come in!”
..then there was shattering of glass which was followed by a litany of foreign curses.
Amelia stepped in, heels clicking on the hard floor. “Hello? It’s Amelia from city hall!” She paused, assessing what she heard. “Are you alright?”
The brewery was ‘cozy’ to say the least. A lot of shining new equipment crammed into a rather small, start up space. It also seemed like their should be at least ten more people running the operation of such equipment…but instead there was only one person present, sweeping up a lost crate of shattered bottle using a push broom.
“Ah. Miss Amelia,” she was spread a nod. “A pleasure to meet you, I am sure.”
“The pleasure is all mine! I know that I’ve personally been waiting for a brewery up here- we have a few bars in L.G. but they aren’t as fancy as a full brewery, y’know?” Amelia shook Anya’s hand, giving her the papers in her folder. “There’s just a few things for you to sign and then you’ll be good to go!”
Amelia knocked on the door of the building. She fluffed her hair, straightened her skirt, and held onto her folder of information about this place and the owner.
A rather frazzled, accented voice echoed from somewhere inside, over the sound of equipment. “It is unlocked! Please come in!”
..then there was shattering of glass which was followed by a litany of foreign curses.
Amelia stepped in, heels clicking on the hard floor. “Hello? It’s Amelia from city hall!” She paused, assessing what she heard. “Are you alright?”
"Hey! Astrid!" Amelia called across the gryffindor hall. "You wanna go practice together?"
“Yeah that sounds great!” Astrid replied. “Lemme just go get my stuff! You can tag along if you want, it should only take a second!”
“Okay!” Amelia agreed, swinging her bat as she ran to catch up with the other beater. “How was your class?”
Astrid shrugged. “It’s Transfiguration. It’s generally about the same every time.” She paused on the steps to let Amelia catch up.
Amelia landed with a stomp next to Astrid and took her hand. “Oh, man- how ironic! You’d think it’d change a little, right?” She laughed, and kissed her girlfriend on the cheek. “How much freetime do you have left for the day? Or was that your last class?”
Astrid leaned her head on Amelia’s shoulder affectionately, trying to remember her schedule. “I’m done for today.” She said after a short time. “What about you, do you have any more classes today, or can we play until dinner?”
“We could play all night, if you wanted to,” Amelia chimed, grinning excitedly. When they got to the field, it was empty. She unlocked the door to the storage room that held their brooms, bats, and balls. “The usual?”
“I’m going to buy you a drink. Next week. On Thursday. When I get paid. Can you swing this one?”
She sighed. “Fine. But could we make it dinner and drinks?” She winked at Amelia, then waved over the bartender to hand them the money for both her drink and Amelia’s.
She nodded. “Yeah, a couple more should be fine, go ahead.” She encouraged. “Do you mean like everything taken from you at once? Or just generally?”
“I know that… If it ever like, gets close to happening- Maybe I’m late on a bill or something- I know that rationally it’s all gonna be okay but my body still tenses up n’ stuff, y’know?” Amelia ordered a bourbon, and sipped it delicately. “I dunno, something my mom taught me, I guess.” A few moments of silence followed, and Amelia changed the topic. “What’s… your favorite drink?”
“Drink like alcoholic drink or drink like any? Because out of alcohol, I’d say Long Island Iced Tea, but out of any I’d say probably either Cola or Roy Rogers. What about you? You’ve had a variety of drinks today, haven’t you?” She answered after respectfully nodding along to Amelia’s explanation.
Amelia giggled, before letting out a small burp. Jeez, that bourbon really did her in. “You got that right! I love Shirley Temples and martinis! Strawberry ones are usually the best… but you look like the tall glass of water I’ve been needing!” Amelia laughed a little, winking at Astrid. “Get it? ‘Cause I’m gay. I’m really gay.”
Astrid laughed, possibly a little too loud because some of the other bar patrons turned to look at them. She always had had trouble with volume control. “Me too!” She said. “Also that was really, really smooth.”
“Thanks!” Amelia said. “We should probably go, though- or at least I should. Passing out at the bar wouldn’t be good for my job.” Amelia still had the mind to turn red, but she didn’t really know why. Fuck, she was drunk. “I should pee first, though.”
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“I’m going to buy you a drink. Next week. On Thursday. When I get paid. Can you swing this one?”
She sighed. “Fine. But could we make it dinner and drinks?” She winked at Amelia, then waved over the bartender to hand them the money for both her drink and Amelia’s.
She nodded. “Yeah, a couple more should be fine, go ahead.” She encouraged. “Do you mean like everything taken from you at once? Or just generally?”
“I know that… If it ever like, gets close to happening- Maybe I’m late on a bill or something- I know that rationally it’s all gonna be okay but my body still tenses up n’ stuff, y’know?” Amelia ordered a bourbon, and sipped it delicately. “I dunno, something my mom taught me, I guess.” A few moments of silence followed, and Amelia changed the topic. “What’s… your favorite drink?”
“Drink like alcoholic drink or drink like any? Because out of alcohol, I’d say Long Island Iced Tea, but out of any I’d say probably either Cola or Roy Rogers. What about you? You’ve had a variety of drinks today, haven’t you?” She answered after respectfully nodding along to Amelia’s explanation.
Amelia giggled, before letting out a small burp. Jeez, that bourbon really did her in. “You got that right! I love Shirley Temples and martinis! Strawberry ones are usually the best... but you look like the tall glass of water I’ve been needing!” Amelia laughed a little, winking at Astrid. “Get it? ‘Cause I’m gay. I’m really gay.”
"It’s three in the morning and I’m bored and you’re the only one awake. Let’s sneak out and go to Hogsmeade."
“You had me at sneak out.”
He grinned and shot out of bed, strangely already dressed, and almost skipped out.
“I know just the place we can use to get out of here.”
Amelia had no reason not to trust him; she patted his back, and gave a thumbs up as she slid down the hatch.
Paulo quickly followed after her, and the statue shut behind them and turned its back, never the worse for wear.
At the end of the slide, he landed softly on his feet and again pulled out his wand, summoning a soft, white light for them to see while they made their way through the twisty, rabbit-hole like tunnel. It took them a good half hour or so, but they finally reached the staircase that lead up to the basement of Honeydukes.
“’s not open,” obvious, “but they leave the basement door unlocked and there’s a back way out into an alley that they always leave open so the cats can come in and out.”
“How’d you find out all of this?” Amelia asked curiously, following him up the stairs and through the door. The basement was crowded with boxes and knick-knacks from every time and age and different shades of wear. There were kegs - for butterbeer, she assumed - on a far wall. The chandelier rocked very slowly from the wind of the door opening. She dusted off her out-of-school jeans and pulled her hands through her hair, making sure she was clean.
"Did you hear about what happened in potions today?"
Amelia whipped around, and grinned, ready for the gossip. “What happened?”
“Some guy mixed up two potions and made this big explosion! Everyone had to leave the room, so for awhile we’ll have to use the library while they fix the potion room.” He grinned.
Amelia paused, then rolled her eyes. “How many points did you get deducted from Gryffindor this time?”
“What?! What makes you think I did it?!” He crossed his arms. “I am insulted you think your dear, poor, old cousin would do such a thing! Do you not have any trust in me?! What happened to family bonds? Blood thicker than–” he stopped when he noticed the look she was giving him. “…Fifty.” He muttered.
Amelia sighed, taking a bite of her potatoes. “At least it wasn’t the hundred-fifty you lost us when you kidnapped Filch’s cat. Remember that? She wouldn’t stop yowling!”
“Oh come on! That was a year ago! I thought it’d be a funny prank. I didn’t know Filch would get so mad, or that the cat was going into labor.” He narrowed his eyes, “Besides, I’m not the only one that lost us points. Shall I bring up the homemade love potion incident? Hmm?”
Amelia turned beet red, looking away. “I didn’t mean to make that Hufflepuff’s owl fall in love with me! It was an accident!” Amelia laughed, trying to cross her arms and look stern. “What class d’you have after this?”
"It’s three in the morning and I’m bored and you’re the only one awake. Let’s sneak out and go to Hogsmeade."
“You had me at sneak out.”
He grinned and shot out of bed, strangely already dressed, and almost skipped out.
“I know just the place we can use to get out of here.”
“Oh, really?” Amelia murmured, peeking around a corner. Filch was nowhere in sight. “What d’you have in mind?”
He pressed a finger to his lips in a motion for her to be quiet, grinning like an idiot, and made his way down the quiet Hogwarts hallway. Once they got to a certain statue, he looked about, drew his wand, and tapped the statue’s hunchback a few times, as if knocking; the statue, turning silently, opened to reveal a steep stone slide into a dark underground, and presumably into Hogsmeade.
“There’s a passageway in here that leads right into Honeydukes that nobody knows about. My guess is that it was here even before the war! It’s a little cramped so… Ladies first!”
He beamed and motioned for her to continue.
“Perfectly safe; cross my heart.”
Amelia had no reason not to trust him; she patted his back, and gave a thumbs up as she slid down the hatch.
