Flapper girl, flapper girl

The girl really worth having won't wait for anybody." - F. Scott Fitzgerald. Rosmerta. 23. Gryffindor alum.

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marly-ene:

‘ The Gryffindor, huh? I have a feeling this drink is made with dedication.’ she winked right back into the other’s direction with a large smile onto her lips before she took another sip out of it- it tasted good. amazing actually.  ‘ It is also really good- no matter how hot it is.’ she complimented the other’s drink. ‘ See? You’re made for this. I’m not made for the bar maid life at all.’

Rosmerta grinned at Marlene and shook her head, “To be honest with you, some people aren’t made for it. In a lot of cases, it’s used as a transition between adulthood and the career you actually want to do for the rest of your life.” She wasn’t blind to that fact. The few people outside of her family that had worked at the stix never lasted very long. “It takes a lot more dedication than people bargain for and that’s okay.” She started absently polishing glasses with the rag in her hand. “So what are your plans then?”

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moodyalastors:

He snorts, dropping his fork and giving an impassioned shake of his head, “You underestimate me, Rosmerta - I can handle more than you think. Cracked black pepper? Please.”

“That’s Madam Rosmerta to you, sir.” She smiled, grabbed the horribly soupy dish in front of him and dumped it unapologetically in the trash. She grabbed all the required ingredients to remake his pie, pushed her sleeves up to her elbows, and set to work. “I am by no means a chef, but Merlin knows I can make a bloody shell pie.”

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monaleda:

Whilst Rosmerta was painfully optimistic, Desdemona was her opposite. A perpetual cynic. Always saw the worst in people, always expected the worst in every situation. That was the fall hurt less when there were no silly hopes to raise you higher. “What can I say? It’s in the Greengrass blood.” She had no problems admitting she missed the money, the parties and the dresses of her old life, no matter how shallow it made her sound, but she had traded them for her independence. She wouldn’t regret that, not ever. “Maybe you should quit whipping customers with that towel and go full motivational speaker instead?” She suggested with a grin, dodging the womans aim with a laugh. “Then may the entire wizarding world hear my proclamation: This might be the best drink Desdemona Greengrass has ever had. Is there a finer recommendation that that?”

“Motivational speaker?” Rosmerta laughed, throwing her head back gleefully. “Mona, please. The best I can do is make you a drink. That’s motivation enough.” It was true. Rosmerta was optimistic and saw the bright side in most situations, but she was shit at giving real, hardcore advice. Death in the family? Lost your job due to an incurable injury? Being targeted because of your blood status (whether lower and wanted dead or high and forced to do things you may not agree with)? Vodka promotes anger, stay away from that. Tequila loosens the buttons, get your hands on it. Whisky keeps the heart warm and the throat soft. Scotch keeps you quiet. Xanax is good for forgetting. “The best drink ever? You’re just trying to butter me up.” Rosie sighed heavily and poured the drunk girl another shot, feigning irritation. “It’s working.”

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rowle-ingram:

“ yeah, that’s about right… the night wanderer” ingram smirked at her, he knew that summed him up quite a lot though, considering he didn’t go anywhere social unless it was as night. “ yeah, a real drink would be good, and i know i won’t get stared at around you” lately it seemed things were getting darker, and he didn’t want to spend time around the same kind of company always he had to. 

rosmerta smirked, pulling him through the masses and out onto the quiet street. “ mind your stomach, ” she told him before apparating to Hogsmeade, where the street was even more hushed. she took a deep breath, the cold scottish air filling her lungs. rosmerta felt at home there. And despite the fact that it was her home, she figured it had something to do with the atmosphere. she was two miles from hogwarts and everything else was within walking distance. hogsmeade was probably the oldest village in scotland and she could practically feel the history in the cobblestone under her feet. the spot they apparated to was a few feet from the three broomsticks. she looked up at the worn sign hanging above the door, beaming with pride as she always was. rosie pulled her key out once more and pushed it into the lock, holding open the front door for him to enter. "after you, sir." She was a bright spirit with very little darkness in her bones. She wasn't judgemental or concerned with a persons background. what she cared about was the current conversation - the way they acted towards her and as far as she was concerned, ingram was harmless. "pick your poison," she told him. "it's on the house."

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marly-ene:

Marlene started tapping her finger against the wood, her eyes glazing around for a little bit; but, she had turned back to Rosie just in time to see the heatless fire blazzing the top of the drink. She chuckled and clapped the other. ‘ That is really impressive.What’s this drink’s name now?’ She could see the other had passion for her job,she picked up the drink and lifted it towards the other in a sense of cheer. She didn’t waste time in taking a sip out of it though.

“The Gryffindor.” Rosmerta winked, poured herself a shot of firewhisky and tossing it back as Marlene took a sip of her drink. “I like a kick, so it’s pretty hot.” She shrugged a shoulder as if it was no big deal. That was a lie, of course. Rosmerta took a lot of pride in her drinks and spend so much of her free time developing new ones. She had about twenty in a queue and much more in the works. It was a small joy in a world of plentiful darkness.

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trixxia:

Bellatrix tapped her finger against the wood as the other spoke; she simply narrowed an eyebrow and shrugged. At last, she let out a sgh and leaned back, eyes fixed onto the glass into her left hand. ‘ It’s a magical time. I enjoy it.’ she agreed, not commenting more about it- not in depht.’ And you, dear? You didn’t answer my question.’

“Oh, I’m just fine.” Rosmerta smiled, leaning her chin on her hand. “I do the same thing every day with very little change-ups. It’s simple and boring, but it’s all me and mine.”

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moodyalastors:

“You implying I can’t handle a bit a’ spice is an insult to my character,” he raises one brow, “Thought you knew me better than that.”

“I think you can handle cracked black pepper.” rosmerta laughed, knowing everything she was saying was purely satirical. “Jalapeno, like me, is much hotter than that.”

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ofsnuffles:

     “i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t mean it. always is a big word.. but i’ve never strayed away from anything like that.” he never could, he ran at things head first. “i think i could, try me.” sirius had always been interested by rosmerta — there was just something about her that always made him want to know more about her. he wanted to make her laugh and cheer her up on certain days, he knew he was good at that, so it was only natural for him to feel that way. “gotcha.” he nodded, finishing his drink and sliding it forward before he pushed the chair in and started walking away so he could wait for her. 

rosmerta always admired the ‘gung-ho’ approach sirius had to life. though she was a few years older than him, as a gryffindor in school she enjoyed watching him simply... live. he thrived in attention, but when he thought no one was watching there was a thoughtfulness to him. and, of course, he had been a regular in the pub throughout all that time. so he definitely had a plus sign next to his name in her book. though she remained guarded in his presence, she could appreciate the person he presented. they both lived by ‘what you see is what you get’ in most areas of their lives. rosmerta knew everyone had secrets, but she maintained that if he wanted her to know, she would. she took his empty glass and stuck it in the dish rack that would be her first chore the next morning. quickly, she collected the money from her remaining guests and followed behind them as they left, waving goodbye as she did so. rosie locked the door behind her and turned to him with a suddenly mischievous grin. “show me the sky, star boy.”

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marly-ene:

‘ Honestly, that is a good age to pass away. Better hope it was a natural cause?’ Marlene narrowed an eyebrow. She didn’t actually loved this- bartending and mixing up drinks but since she had to do it, why not try to be somehow good at it? ‘ Your test subject? Yes, please- unless it’s something with raspberry I’ll be good.’ she chuckled at the other’s movements.

Rosmerta nodded her head once, ‘ In her slumber like Merlin intended. ‘ She took note of the raspberry dislike and factored out anything that might even remotely taste like the sour fruit. Rosie made the younger girl what she deemed the Gryffindor. It had firewhisky in it, liquid cinnamon, and a splash of apple cider. When all of those things were safely inside the rocks glass, Rosmerta dropped a golden tablet into it. It fizzled like Seltzer for a second before a heatless fire blazed the top of the drink. She smiled in pride as she handed it over to Marlene. ‘ The finish of this one is the best part. ‘ a wink. ‘ You’ll see. ‘

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ofsnuffles:

     his brow raised almost instantly, putting down his glass. “—did i not just say always?” he couldn’t help but be dry with his humour at all times, though he smiled to indicate that he meant it — not that rosmerta would need that hint, she surely knew him well enough now. “of course it does. you wanna get outta here now?”

“always is a big word, cheeky.” rosie grinned, looking down her nose at him so that her eyes were slightly lidded. “you couldn’t handle that much of me.” big personality - that was her main descriptor. she knew a lot of people, kept friendly with most of them but no one truly knew her ins and outs. while she was typically an open book with her opinions, there were experiences rosmerta doge had that she kept locked away inside the filing cabinet of memories in her brain. sometimes even she forgot about them. reaching under the bar and pulling out a set of keys, she held them up with an easy smile. “after you - because i have to lock up first.”

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stubborn-raven:

“you’re right, i am talking this out of proportion aren’t i?” daffy supposed that her negativity didn’t help at all. she had always tried to push anything positive away and focus on other people. “i … i am sorry to have interrupted you.”

“i mean, i don’t know your situation.” rosmerta shrugged again, at a loss as to how to help the girl. “i suppose it could be as bad as you’re making it seem. i just usually stay optimistic.” a vast majority of her friends (though mainly desdemona) hated how positive rosmerta tended to stay. she saw the bright side. it was how she was raised. another shrugged, “i didn’t have to stop.”

[moodyalastors]

“ – ‘s disgusting. last time I try to bloody cook. can feel mum rollin’ in her grave from here. what kind of Scot ruins Scotch Pie? a damn disgrace. “

[thelastflapper]

“i’d fix it for you, but there’d be an apparent spice to it.” a cheeky shrug. “dunno if you can handle it.”

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nataliadiggory:

resting herself on the bar - wishing her day would end already, even though it’d only just started, natalia sighed, draping a cloth over the bar. It was pretty quiet for a saturday, and she had no idea why she had to be here this early. when someone finally turned up, natalia lifted her gaze, only to be confused as to why it was rosmerta. she of course has heard of and seen the witch around and knew she ran the three broomsticks. standing up straight she covered her mouth and yawned “long week more like - they’ve had me pulling double shifts nearly every day” she complained with a shake of the head. 

rosmerta smiled, “i know what that’s like.” she very rarely took a day to herself. rosie supposed the difference, however, was choice. she chose to work as much as she did, in natalia’s case it seemed required of her. it was a long-running note that people told her she should hire extra hands. she never did. though part of her figured the job at the stix would be less stressful for the woman in front of her. “let’s have a scotch today.” it had been a while since rosie drank something normal. she had become so engrossed in making her own custom cocktails that she found the alternative boring and overdone now. “might as well have it heated. it’s cold out today.”

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ofsnuffles:

     his elbow moved to lean against the bar as he watched her rearrange bottles, his eyebrows drawing together almost instantly. was she doing that just to pass time? everything looked fine. and god knows how many times she actually did that a day to keep herself distracted from god knows what. “well, i’m glad to hear that.” the bills thing. “i mean, good for you for being addicted… but relax ever once in a while, rosie — you’re always welcome to come over for a drink at my place.”

rosmerta tilted her head, watching him carefully. she was considering it. amber eyes moved around the pub, examining the situation at hand. it was early enough for there only to be one other person there besides sirius. her interest piqued, she gave him a shrug. “does that offer apply to right now?”

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rowle-ingram:

Ingram knew who she was of course, he often disappeared off to her bar when he wanted a break from the one he worked in. This wasn’t the kind of place he socialised in when he wasn’t at work, but it was good to see a familiar face, even if he had not conversed with her much before now. “ I should have known it would be someone like you making all of this trouble for me, trying to sabotage the competition were you?” Ingram asked her, ignoring the fact she had wrapped her fingers around his bicep, and instead shot her a half-amused smirk.   “ I am fully aware of what really happened, you do not have to leave, perhaps you can get me one instead?” He suggested, it was nearly his break, and he wasn’t against being a little cheeky every now and again.

rosmerta’s eyebrows went up, she leaned away from him as if to study him from further away. “you know me.” this was followed by a cocky little grin. truthfully, she wasn’t the egotistical sort. she was grounded and humble and just elated by the fact that people liked her strange drinks so far. being recognized was a new thing but it was happening more and more often. she was into it. as if a fog lifted, she recognized him (she was particularly good at this when she was sober, remembering nearly every face that came into her pub). “hang on, wait.” she lifted a finger, eyes squinted. and then the lightbulb went off. “Rowle! yes, yes. just a tad my senior. comes into the stix only occasionally, but always in the middle of the night?” rosie glanced over at the bar, empty shot glasses in a line and rolled her eyes. “s’pose you need a real drink.” from her pocket she pulled a pair of keys and gave him another cheeky grin. “field trip?”

[stubborn-raven]

daffy looked over to the jogger who had just addressed her. she should have known other people would be out this morning. “but what if the happiness isn’t worth it?” doubting herself once more and possibly sounding ruder than intended, she stared up at the sky and sighed. “there has to be a way of making it more worthy.”

[thelastflapper]

rosmerta stilled her jogging in place. out of breath and windswept, she placed a hand on aching sides. “you have to make that decision for yourself? listen, i don’t know what you’re going through but there’s always a bright side. find it.”

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evanrvsier:

“ hopefully they’re not sneaking out of the castle during the most random times. ” a small smile. just like his gang did, but with utmost vigilance. slytherins didn’t like to leave stupid trails behind after all. “ you know — all these ideas sound perfect to me. with a little bit of promotion, advertising, you’ll be a legend, ros’. i just know. ” he might not have the same passion for anything as hers, and he probably never will, but it was nice to see someone living their life the way they want to. it gave him a small sense of hope; even when he knew it was only an illusion for people like him. “ you should lure more alumni and come up with a liquor house points system.. just for fun. their house pride will be filling your gringott’s vault with gold. ”

“i pay them no mind if they do, a paying customer is still a paying costumer.” she grinned, knowing full good and well that no one followed the grounds rule. not even she did when she was in school, though her parents helped her sneak around of course. they knew there was a secret passage from the basement to the castle. they also knew that there was no keeping her still. better to go with the flow than allow her to start rebelling. rosmerta stared at evan as he spoke, her mouth slightly agape in awe. first, it was really nice to hear her fanatical ideas praised. as much as she loved her parents, they always thought they were a dream. she wanted to be a legend - she would be, she just knew. and the devlishly handsome man across from her was saying exactly the right words to feed the flame. the second thing that had her awestruck, however, was one of the best ideas she’d ever heard. “evan.” she snatched a shot glass off the shelf and filled it with firewhisky, slamming it down in front of him. immediately after, she grabbed one for herself. “you’re a genius. drink with me. its imperative we toast such an incredible idea. though you shan't get credit when i bring it to life.” she held up her shot, smiling, waiting, expecting - mostly joking. he had sparked something inside of her that would certainly turn into a wildfire.