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It was nearing closing time at the Cauldron, which meant less work for Seamus to do and more time to doss about. The blackboard behind the bar needed updating with a new special cocktail - as standard, they did a weekly rotation of the same generic shite ( ʜᴇx ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ, ʙʟᴀꜱᴛ-ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴡᴛᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀ ) - but Seamus had wrangled his way into inventing the next great drink: Long Irish Ice Tea. Issue is, he had no idea what was supposed to go in it. And no one to test it on.  

He was midway through stacking glasses into a pyramid ( not the best idea for someone with butterfingers as slippery as his ) when his best mate rolled in, practically volunteering himself for the role. It was destiny, deanstiny, that he entered just as the top three rows slipped from their positions and smashed to the floor. Nae bother, there were more important matters. ❝ Dean! Mate, you’re just in time. Have I got a job opportunity for you. ❞ He spread his arms outwards, gesturing to the dusty shelves that lined the walls behind him, as if they were the key to a whole new world of possibilities. ❝ How’d you feel about a little bit of rum and a lot bit of risk? ❞ 

[ofturpins]

13, 26, 31

13. best accomplishment?

LISA CONSIDERED THE QUESTION briefly, eyebrows frowning. she knew there was more than one thing she considered an accomplishment worth mentioning; she found it difficult to put them into perspective and weight the one against the other. one thing had been more difficult for her personally: graduating. hogwarts had changed, but she went back regardless. she worked hard to learn to live with what happened to herself and her friends both and learn to remember that it was over, now. but realistically, the best answer was the accomplishment that was more unique. “working my way up at the daily prophet to become a reporter,” she said proudly, a smile on her face. “i started as an intern, of course. and now i’m doing my own interview and writing my own pieces!” 

26. do they have a certain aesthetic or style?

SHE WASN’T SURE TO interpret aesthetic or style as something that someone made the decision consciously to change and be, or that it was just the way they were. in her case, aesthetic could be her passion about her work as much as her style of clothing, she felt. “maybe my aesthetic is always ready for work,” she joked with a smile. it was true; her mind was usually on work, and questions always came to her. “i like to think as my style as classy and casual. a combination of the two would be perfect.”

31.  are they a morning person or night person?

“CAN I BE BOTH?” lisa quipped with a smile. she was, in fact, well aware that there was no such thing. some people functioned better in the morning; others, in the evening and night. “i’m at the job a lot in the morning, but that doesn’t have to mean i’m a morning person, of course,” she considered. “i do take a lot of time getting ready in the morning. i don’t get out of bed easily or anything. and i write my best pieces in the evening. so i guess that makes me a night person.”