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marlene‌.

Marlene was numb, and not by drowning herself in a bottle of firewhiskey. She didn’t want to feel anything. Because if she let herself feel, then the dam would break and the waterworks would start and she didn’t know if they would ever stop. Of course they had to go and put her in a damn spelled room. She literally couldn’t leave, and they took her wand away, so she was just… stuck. So she just sat there on the hospital bed, knees pulled to her chest, replaying the day’s events over and over again in her head. She died. Maxi was dead. Edgar revived the wrong McKinnon. Survivor’s guilt wouldn’t even begin to describe what she was feeling… if she let herself feel anything at all, but she was very deep rooted in the denial stage of grief. When the door opened, she didn’t even bother to look and see who was walking in.

adinah.

Merlin’s fucking hole,   she was in over her head.   She hasn’t even made it to the front desk when Adinah decides she shouldn’t be here.   This isn’t the place for her   -   among the bustling bodies and wounded sods,   moaning and groaning.   She sticks out like a sore thumb.   She’s tried to talk herself out of coming several times on the way.   But then before she knows it,   she’s there and the welcome witch is chirping at her and its all she can do to stop herself from mumbling the words.   Mckinnon.   Marlene Mckinnon.   She’s half way down the hall when she realizes she hasn’t brought anything.   No flowers or baked goods or teddy bears or whatever the hell it is that makes people feel better in times of grieving.

She has to wait for a healer to unspell the door.   When they do,   she realizes she hasn’t given any thought beyond that point.   For perhaps the first time in her life as she stands there,   empty handed in the doorway of Marlene Mckinnon’s hospital room,   Adinah Rosmerta is not sure what she wants to say.   “   Half expected guards inside,   the way the rooms locked up.   ”   Well,   that probably wasn’t it.

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gideon·.

Adinah had seen almost every side of Gideon. She had seen him close to tears after the birth of another nephew. She had seen him practically crushed under the weight of work stress. She had seen him flirt with countless patrons. She had seen him pull and seen him get rejected. She had seen him so drunk it wasn’t advisable to go home alone. So of course, he was comfortable with her. 

“Thank, Merlin you finally picked up on it,” he joked. “Really, Dinah. I’ve been out here putting out hints for years. We’ve had a wager going on to see how long it’d take until you’d figure it out.” He chuckled. Gideon was flirtatious, but he’d also never hit on Adinah seriously. He takes a sip of his drink. “Careful, I’d marry you for your drinks alone.”

adinah.

“   Nothing I haven’t heard before.   ”   She takes nothing he says as anything other than jest and expects the same from him.   As far as regulars went,   Gideon was one that she actually considered something of a friend.   Eyes settling on him as he sips the drink,   she withdraws a cloth from beneath the bar,   cleaning idly as she speaks.   “   I’ve got expensive taste you know,   ”   a statement that prompts a laugh from the bloke three seats down.   She shoots him a sneer.   Anyone that knows her knows she’s not exactly the picture of refinement or class.   “   Dunno’ if you could afford the rock,   given the growing tab you’re coddling   ”

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amycus.

Amycus Carrow was not a man of habit. He liked to keep people on their toes, and sometimes that meant using the front door of the places he did his business instead of sneaking in the back. “Who says I’m here on business?” he questioned, eyebrow popped like a brat. The corners of his lips lifted though, giving him away. “Can’t I just stop in to see how my favorite barmaid is doing?” No, that wasn’t Carrow’s style. He sighed dramatically before offering her a cheeky little grin. “I’m meeting with an associate later but I’m early,” or on time, but that was early for Amycus. “Thought I’d enjoy a butterbeer while I make him wait.”

adinah.

“   Your favorite barmaid was doing fine before you walked in.   ”   For all of her threats,   she puts up with a lot.   That seemed to be a consequence of working with children and drunks.   “   Which one is it   -   you’re early,   or you’re making him wait?   ”   Nevertheless,   she’s filling a tankard,   though withholds it with a smirk rather than sliding across the bar.   “   Coin first,   kiddo.   Wouldn’t want you to forget in your hurry to meet your client.   ”

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ophelia.

The three broomsticks wasn’t typically the sort of place Ophelia Selwyn might frequent, if not for the company she’d grown to be so fond of. While her mind could no longer compute how proprietous it was to be visiting a former lover for comforting when she was entangled in a relationship with yet another complicated man, yet she found herself slipping into an empty barstool in the corner regardless. If she was being honest with herself she’d long since abandoned all decorum, and that too only by the measure of what her mother knew of, she could only imagine what her family would think of all that they didn’t know. What would be more scandalizing, her relationship with a married man or a her dalliances with women? More often than not one woman.

“I just…really needed a drink. And I found myself wondering how you faired in the all the chaos.” There was so much more she wanted to say, to just let out all the troubling thoughts plaguing her mind yet she didn’t know if that would only further complicate matters.

adinah.

“   Left before it all turned to shit,   ”   she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t wondered about Ophelia when the news broke.   There were several people that had crossed her mind   -   Marlene was among them,   she mused,   wondering if she should pay her a visit.  Hell,   even Rodolphus crossed her mind after their run in,   though in a different way altogether than the others.   “   You’re still breathing.   S'that good or bad?   ”   It’s a prompt to divulge,   should she want to.   As much as feelings aren’t her forte,   it would take an idiot not to realize there was more on Ophelia’s mind than the desire to drink.   And that realization prompts a moment of honesty with the other,   coaxed out of some place she'd have preferred it would have stayed.   “   It's good to see you.   ”   

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rodolphus.

“If you intend to judge me for my tastes,” he said, with a sharpness in his eyes and his voice, “Perhaps you should pause and consider who I am.” Even if he liked cheep beer, the circles he ran in would judge him for it. They judged everything, from where the dragon leather of your shoes came from to your bedroom activities. “What if I am? I do own one of Britain’s staple wizarding news sources. Doesn’t mean I suddenly belong.” If anyone asked, the WWN was his excuse. It usually was regardless of the question or situation. Rodolphus’ lips twitched. “I’d be honored. The Leaky Cauldron? Or do you know of somewhere better around here.”

adinah.

“   Perhaps,   ”   she contends,   “   you should remember that I rarely give pause to anyone.   Why should you be any different?   ”   What was a title to someone who didn’t care about them?   She never wanted to be a part of that life.   All the sneaking around and worrying what people thought   -   it was time consuming and dull,   it made her glad not to be a witch of noble birth.   “   The Leaky Cauldron's shit.   But I don’t know of anything better on this side.   It’ll have to do.   ”   

As they approach the pub,   her curiosity takes hold.   She really should stop asking questions,   but his practiced answers never fail to amuse her.   “   Is it in the best interest of the WWN for it’s sovereign leader to be drinking at a children’s event?   And with a mere peasant,   no less.   ”   

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selwyn, ophelia.

Adinah.

“Fancy seeing you here, are you riding out the nostalgia as well?” She asked.

@whiskeyrid·

    “   𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖.   i’m about as sentimental as it gets.   ”   truth be told,   the easter parade had never been on uncle albert’s radar,   but what good was it to dwell?   “   and you?   ”   

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lestrange, rodolphus·.

He recognized her when she stopped beside him. Perhaps if she’d just be some no name girl in his house and year over a decade ago, he wouldn’t, but alas. “I’d take firewhiskey over ale any day and even then,” he mused, “there are better drinks.” Was drinking away the morning when plans were in motion for that afternoon a good idea? No – and there was no room for argument. But what else was Rodolphus supposed to do? Paint eggs? Cheer on the kiddos? Amusing images and nothing more. Trying to imagine Adinah doing the same was just as amusing. “Should I ask why you’re here? Or would it be better for us to both ignore how out of place we are?”

      “    𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮,   ”    their relationship had changed over the years,   undoubtedly for the better.   still,   she hadn’t changed much   -   he of all people should know that exorbitant taste was never her forte.    “   you mean you aren’t here to support the local festivities,   lestrange?    ”   she dons a sardonic tone at his mention of the obvious   -   they’re both familiar with each other’s dealings,   to whatever small extent that the other has allowed.   the sprinkling of odd faces in the crowd hadn’t gone unnoticed by any means,   but adinah had a sneaking suspicion she wouldn’t get the truth even if she’d wanted to hear it.   ignoring it was more fun,   anyway.   “   how about that drink?  ”   

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lestrange, rodolphus.

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Although Rodolphus had fond memories of Diagon Alley’s annual Easter celebrations, that’s what they were: memories. He hadn’t willing attended since he was a teenager, with his younger brother in tow. Although the Leaky Cauldron served drinks for the adults (swill, as far he was concerned) it was catered towards children which he neither was nor had. Yet the Dark Lord, in an excited cadence, had commanded all of them to attend. It was time to show the public that they could not keep calm and carry on, as the muggles liked to say. So, much to his chagrin, he got up early, donned some nice robes, and apparated into Knockturn Alley, snaking between building until he found himself on the main street, surrounded by flowers and families and happiness. Without hesitation, he beelined for the liquor, standing back to watch the crowds once he had it in hand – nursing it until it was gone. “I need another drink,” he muttered, loud enough to be overheard.

   𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚,   the three broomsticks was quiet.   deserted,   actually,   if she was allowing herself to be honest.   no doubt much of the crowd that usually hung around had migrated to diagon alley in search of the big event.   already having agreed to provide mulled mead to several stands,   it was with reluctance that adinah swallowed her pride and resolved to attend the event herself.   but that didn’t mean she had to enjoy it.   in fact,   she didn't enjoy it.   stepping outside of the confines of the three broomsticks was not a frequent occurence for her,   and after being bumped into by one too many excited kids,   she was beginning to remember why.   after delivering the mead to a tasting stand,   the witch is ambling down the main street,   drink in hand.   “    off duty,   ”   she quips,   taking the opportunity to sidle up beside the familiar,   if oddly placed,   face.   “    the ale's disappointing,   besides.   ”   

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@ascarrow​

      𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙧.   so for the life of her,   adinah can't figure out why he's walking through the front doors,   rather than the back.   “    i don't ask for much,   carrow.   ”    the flatness in her tone causes several eyes to raise around the bar,   fellow associates who are both privy to the inner dealings of the sticks and somewhat weary of her ready temper.   voice drops a bit as she issues the reminder,   “    but you know as well as i do that business happens in the back.    ”   

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prewett, gideon.·

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Gideon felt he was always at The Three Broomsticks. Whether it was for butterbeer during Hogsmeade trips when he was at Hogwarts, or his first legal drink that his parents bought him on he and Fabian’s birthday, or now when he often found himself there either in company or alone. 

He was never truly alone though, because there were the regulars, and there was Adinah who had become such a constant in his life. She was always there to refill his drink, which he never had to order, unless he decided to switch it up. 

Gideon picked the seat two seats away from the end of the bar and rested his elbows on the bar. He leaned forward. “Evening, my love,” he greeted with a smile. “I’m eager to hear about how much you’ve missed me.”

      𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨,   𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚,   and it just so happens that gideon prewett is one of them.   after years of patronage,   she'd seen him in about as many states as anyone could have   -   joy or sorrow,   whether nursing his woes or celebrating some victory,   dinah was always happy to keep the spirits flowing.   and she could always count on him to stop by.

      the glass is filled and sliding down the end of the bar as he speaks.   she's learned his usual by heart   (   whether that is a misfiring of her beaten - back sentimentality,   or a sort of muscle memory from years of experience,   she's not sure.   )   "    careful prewett,   wouldn't want a girl getting the wrong impression.   "    finishing up with the customer she'd been helping prior to his arrival,   she makes her way over to the man,   leaning forward herself to greet him.   all flirtations aside,   he was good company most nights.   "    might think that you've been coming for me all this time,   and not the endless rounds of drinks at your disposal.   "   

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@opheliaselwyn​

      𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙧.   it's a familiar routine they share.   ophelia had made it a habit to stop in on occasion,   when she craved certain attention she wasn't getting elsewhere,   adinah had come to think,   or when boredom struck,   as it was so often prone to do with a woman like her.   adinah had no qualms with it.   there was a certain enjoyment to be had in a game that was always guaranteed to end.

      in any case,   it was a welcome distraction,   one she had maybe even grown fond of without ever really intending to.   a smirk works its way onto her lips as she slides the glass across the bar in greeting,   "    just what brings you in this time?   "    as if it's ever anything different.   she takes on a knowing tone,   daring the other to bite back in her response.   "    already bored with the newest beau?   "   

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father   -   samuel rosmerta   ,   status unknown.    

he was the family's great disappointment.   in and out of trouble since his youth,   he was written out of her grandfather's will before she was born.   she saw a photo of him once,   an old family portrait amidst uncle al's things   -   it was odd to see a stranger with the same face as her own   -   were she more inclined to sentimentality,   it might have meant something to finally see the one who sired her.   she has never gone looking for him.

mother   -   poppy rosmerta   ,   status unknown.  

uncle albert didn't speak of her often,   but when he did it was with the sort of veiled reverance that is typically reserved for great loves.   still,   there was an unmistakable scorn there.   a muggle girl with a foolish heart.   much like her father,   adinah knows little else about her mother than what her uncle would reveal in his drunken stupors,   nor did she ever really care to hear it.

uncle   -   albert rosmerta   ,   deceased.

begrudging guardian,   disgruntled mentor.   uncle albert taught her everything she knows.   rough around the edges and emotionally distant,   they never bonded in the way a child should with their parental figure.   still,   without him the sticks would have been sold off to the highest bidder years ago,   and she wouldn't be where she is today.   losing her only family member left in the world was something of a hit to her,   but she doesn't necessarily mourn the loss of the old drunk's constant grumbling,   either.

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her band of merry men   ,   alive and kicking.

adrik,   sawel,   and lugus   -   a group of strays if she's ever known one.   she has taken them in over time.   they are trusted allies who call the three broom sticks home most nights.   she keeps rooms on reserve for them,   and they do her favors here and there.   they typically act as extra eyes for her,   and can sometimes be the first point of contact for newcomers into the smuggling business.  

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Customer: Do you have anything low cholesterol?

Madam Rosmerta: Napkins.

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mckinnon, marlene.

WHO: Marlene + @whiskeyrid·

WHAT: Old ‘friends’ catching up??

WHEN: Some random night??

WHERE: Three Broomsticks, duh!!

The Three Broomsticks was like a second home to Marley. Or maybe it was her third after the Potters’ but she still spent a helluva lot of her time there even though she didn’t work there anymore. It was familiar. It was comfortable. And the free booze didn’t hurt. Not that it was ever really free. Rosmerta always, always, always said she was going to take the drinks out of Marlene’s pay, but she never did. Marlene knew the woman was fond of her, or she would have hexed her arse out of there years ago. She gave Marley shit every time she came into the pub, sure, but she always let her work. She said hello to a few wizards on the way through the crowd, then let herself behind the bar, sneaking right up behind her former boss. “Hey! Miss me?” she asked, loud enough to carry through the whole pub, right in Adinah’s ear… so loud that a few of the regulars answered with noncommittal grunts and raised glasses, bringing a smirk to the witch’s lips.

    𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙙,   a room full of patrons who always felt much more like family than anything she’d ever known.   its easy to lose herself in the closing chores,   wiping down the bar,   cursing out old drunks,   drying glasses by hand   -   all forms of meditative work.   little did she know her tranquility would be interrupted by a ear - splitting yell,   spoken just inches from unsuspecting ears.   the glass drops to the floor as a hand slams on the bar,   and adinah stifles a shriek of her own.   the pub erupts in a cacophony of laughter and shouts,   eliciting a dirty look from the woman behind the bar as she whirls around.   an accusatory finger points in the direction of the first pair of eyes she meets,   “   you keep your head down, fergus y’old bastard!   or i’ll tell your wife where you’ve been for the last week!   ”   despite feigned anger,   its impossible to conceal her amusement,   as she turns to face the source of the disruption.

    “   you’ll owe me for that tankard,   y’know.   ”   a flick of her wand and the broken shards float into the back of the establishment.   she takes the opportunity to throw the younger girl a rag.  “   if you’ll be disrupting my peace this evening,   mckinnon,   at least make yourself useful.   ”   in other words?   i’ve missed you,   kid.

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