#pippaxstrout

[patrickfinnegans]

“You know, some might say making this drink is in bad taste,” Patrick commented, a slight slur to his words as he poured cognac into a cocktail shaker so he could mix up a Corpse Reviver. 

Maybe he shouldn’t be sharing and mixing up drinks with someone that worked at a different pub than he did, but it had been a long day and if Pippa could make a better drink, he was more than willing to learn, especially if it was the difference between paying the bills and the pub going belly up. If it failed, Patrick didn’t have anything to fall back on and he didn’t plan on going home without Hilda acknowledging he had some rights to his son, so he needed to keep going somehow.

Pouring the drink out of the shaker and into the glass, he pushed it in Pippa’s direction, not paying attention to what sloshed over the side. “Try that.” @pippaxstrout​

[fawley-en-face]

Stakeout

It was past time for Henry to return to the fight. He’d barely joined the Order and taken up the righteous cause when sobriety brought him to his knees, then grief cut out his fledgling feet from under him. But he was well enough, now. It didn’t matter that he was hardly the picture of health; he was ready. He’d seen the damage done at James and Lily’s wedding, and then- Nigel... And he’d killed his demons, quite literally. The incident over Halloween was the last straw.

Which was how he found himself on watch a midnight, paired with another Order member he hadn’t officially met yet. They’d been sitting on a covered rooftop across from a warehouse for almost an hour now, watching for any Death Eater activity, when Henry finally decided he’d had enough of entertaining himself with his increasingly spiraled thoughts.

“What’s a beauty like you doing in a place like this?” he asked lightly, glancing over at her profile bracketed between the silver moonlight and the golden glow of street lamps beneath them. When in doubt, flirt.

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[fawley-en-face]

Henry didn’t waste any time pushing into The Hopping Pot, trusting that Pippa would be just behind him. This was the second time they’d been paired together for an Order mission, but Henry as glad. She seemed driven and intelligent, and it was as useful as it was annoying that he couldn’t flirt her into distraction. Which. Was probably why they were together.

“Do you have any idea what a real estate agent looks like? Leasing agent?” he asked, glancing around the pub. “Because I. Do not. I could just Charm the bartender to see if he knows anything?”

@pippaxstrout