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[wongas--frank]

Caution: Wet Floor

Frank thought he had been at the Leaky Cauldron long enough to recognize everyone who had come in, but somehow he was still always surprised when someone new had come around. There were always people who travelled for Ministry business, but even with people who come once a season tended to act like they were there all the time. Case in point, everyone who only came to Diagon Alley once a year for their school supplies.

Whether that was the reason why Valerie was there, Frank didn’t know. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw her, though his clearest memories of her involved being huddled close to a cauldron on a cold day in the dungeons.

He was in her way as he tried to clean the floor, sweeping his wand over where the puddle had been. “Sorry—I didn’t want you to slip! People have been dragging mud inside…”

The rain hadn’t let up as much, but there was a small break between customers coming inside. The Leaky Cauldron was a little more packed than usual with everyone trying to get dry, with people whispering charms to wring their clothes dry. Frank had to keep an eye out just in case someone messed up a warming charm and set a booth on fire.

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[beatrice-lestrange]

Another Coffee Conundrum

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Normally, Valerie would hate coming into the Ministry on her day off, her days off were reserved for the creatures under her care back at home, and her cat, Ramona. But this time had been different, this time she had been there to get lunch with her mother. It had been a little while since mother and daughter had caught up, and both thought that it would be a good idea. They’d gone out to a new little cafe in Knightsbridge, Valerie had gotten a coffee (black. no sugar.) for the road. They made idle chatter as they walked back towards her mother’s office, discussing things like the weather, and how the injured augurey that Valerie was rehabilitating was doing. What they didn’t talk about was the fear of the quickly approaching full moon, or the anxieties that had been stirred up by all the rumours flying around about what had happened to Albus Potter. These thoughts hung heavy, and silent between them. The coffee went forgotten in her hand for the most part as she kissed her mother goodbye and with promises to write more often. It wasn’t until she turned, and bumped into someone that she remembered the hot beverage as it spilled over the both of them. “Shit” she hissed as it stung her skin, looking down at her stained sweater. “Sorry ‘bout that,” she said, green eyes moving to find the face of the other unfortunate person as she reached for her wand to clean up the mess, “head was in the clouds, I guess.”

Was everyone here so uncoordinated? This was not the first time Beatrice had smashed into someone, though this time she had wised up and decided not to bring coffee to work anymore. That still didn’t really help; the other woman’s shirt was stained and if one could call just narrowly avoiding getting coffee all over herself graceful, she had been the one who came out of this without too much consequence.  

She was quickly reminded of the last time she had a similar incident happen. Beatrice was the victim of having been the one who spilt coffee over herself, and she had expected some basic fucking treatment that Leah Proudmore didn’t give. Even though she was not at fault here, she could at least be… forgiving.

There were a few spots of coffee on her own skirt, though she wasn’t the one who was covered in it. Her own wand was quickly pulled out, the polite platitude evoked: “No, it’s fine, let me help—”

A much less dramatic reaction last time, but it was the reaction that Beatrice should have received when she was the one who had a mess all over her. She stood patiently to see if the other woman would let her help clear the stain, opting for now to use her wand to Vanish the liquid off the floor and off her shoes.