Fic: Turning Tables, Part I (Rose/Scorpius)
Recipient: i_am_girlfriday
Title: Turning Tables, Part I
Author/Artist: drcjsnider
Pairing(s): Rose/Scorpius
Rating: PG -13
Warnings: Language
Summary: Rose and Scorpius are competitive and now they are both working at the Leaky Cauldron
Author’s/Artist's notes: I started writing this LAST YEAR for i_am_girlfriday’s birthday. I’m determined to finish it for her birthday this year.
Rose Weasley’s feet hurt, her hair smelled like stale butterbeer, and she had a mustard stain on the back of the too short denim skirt that was the standard waitress uniform at The Leaky Cauldron. To make matters worse, it was Thursday night, the most pitiful night of the week when it came to making tips. Thursday nights were when all the younger witches and wizards hit the pubs to get a head start on the weekend. They usually didn’t bother ordering food, stayed for hours taking up valuable table space, and spent what little money they had on cheap booze. You were lucky to bring home 10% of evening’s receipts on a Thursday night.
Rounding out the awfulness of the evening was the fact that her fellow server was Scorpius Malfoy. Malfoy was the most devious waiter Rose had ever had the misfortune to work with. He flirted with the hostess so he got the best tables and the most prosperous looking customers, he stole other people’s orders so that his tables got their food and drinks quicker, and he continually pushed unwanted tasks on his fellow servers. “Refill the salt on table four for me, luv.” “Grab a new order pad for me from behind the counter, sweetheart.” “Be a doll and Evanesco the vomit from the men’s restroom for me.”
After three months of working with him, Rose now just told him to go fuck himself every time he tried to trade tables or foist some of his work on her. Scorpius’ typical response was to smirk and reply that if anyone needed a good fuck it was Rose. Their attitudes hadn’t made for the most comfortable of working situations. Nevertheless, their boss, Hannah Longbottom, hadn’t done more than reprimand them since combined they were her most popular and efficient wait staff.
Rose leaned against the bar next to her cousin Albus and glared at the back of Scorpius’ head.
“If you hate him so much, why don’t just work different shifts?”
“I need all the hours I can get if I’m ever going to afford my own flat.”
“Is living with Molly really that bad?”
“Worse. She would make Voldemort look like a laid back, easy-going chap.”
Albus chuckled and turned back to his drink.
Rose clenched her teeth as she watched as Cora Pappas, the hostess, sat the third straight group at a table in Scorpius’ section. With eyes narrowed, she waylaid Cora before she made it to the front of the pub. “What’s the deal?”
“Hum?”
“Why are you seating everyone in Malfoy’s section?”
“Because you are on break.”
“I’m not on a break!”
“But Scorpius told me-“
“Forget it,” Rose interrupted, knowing that Scorpius had lied to Cora in order to get his tables full at her expense. “I want the next three groups.”
“Rose, you know that is against the rules.”
“Cora, you know Malfoy is a slimy git.”
Cora rolled her eyes. “I’ll give you the next two groups, but that’s it. I don’t want to be drug into whatever grudge you have against Scorpius.”
“Thank you,” Rose replied, trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. One of the cardinal rules of being a successful server was not pissing off the hostess. “I know you try your best to be fair.”
As Rose headed back toward the bar, Scorpius walked passed her with a tray of drinks. “Weasley, the food for table six just came up. Be a doll and take it out for me.”
“Fuck off.”
“Hey, it’s not like you are doing anything else.”
Rose rounded on him. She spoke in a harsh whisper to keep from attracting Hannah’s attention. “You are a sneaky, no-good, immoral tosser. I hope you choke on a menu and die slowly and painfully in a pool of your own saliva.”
Scorpius quirked an eyebrow and gave Rose a superior-looking smile. “If you can’t stand the competition, stay off of the dance floor.”
“What? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’m telling you, in the nicest way possible, that I’m sick of your jealousy. If you don’t like watching a good server at work than find a new occupation.”
Rose sputtered in anger as Scorpius turned away. She wanted to leap on his back and bang him about the head, but settled for curling her fingernails deep into the palms of her hands.
“He’s pretty full of himself, huh?” Albus remarked from behind her.
“He’s a pillock and I despise him,” Rose replied.
“Someone should really teach him a lesson,” Albus goaded, knowing Rose needed just a little encouragement to go after Malfoy.
“If I hex him, Hannah will fire me,” Rose sighed.
“So don’t hex him. Turn the tables on him. Engage in all the same sneaky, nefarious behavior that he does. It won’t be long before he’s demanding a truce.”
Rose bit her lip and looked thoughtful. It wasn’t in her nature to plot or act in a backhanded manner, however, she had reached the end of her patience. Albus was right, it was time that Scorpius Malfoy learned he wasn’t the only capable server at the Leakey Cauldron.
TBC
Title: Turning Tables, Part I
Author/Artist: drcjsnider
Pairing(s): Rose/Scorpius
Rating: PG -13
Warnings: Language
Summary: Rose and Scorpius are competitive and now they are both working at the Leaky Cauldron
Author’s/Artist's notes: I started writing this LAST YEAR for i_am_girlfriday’s birthday. I’m determined to finish it for her birthday this year.
Rose Weasley’s feet hurt, her hair smelled like stale butterbeer, and she had a mustard stain on the back of the too short denim skirt that was the standard waitress uniform at The Leaky Cauldron. To make matters worse, it was Thursday night, the most pitiful night of the week when it came to making tips. Thursday nights were when all the younger witches and wizards hit the pubs to get a head start on the weekend. They usually didn’t bother ordering food, stayed for hours taking up valuable table space, and spent what little money they had on cheap booze. You were lucky to bring home 10% of evening’s receipts on a Thursday night.
Rounding out the awfulness of the evening was the fact that her fellow server was Scorpius Malfoy. Malfoy was the most devious waiter Rose had ever had the misfortune to work with. He flirted with the hostess so he got the best tables and the most prosperous looking customers, he stole other people’s orders so that his tables got their food and drinks quicker, and he continually pushed unwanted tasks on his fellow servers. “Refill the salt on table four for me, luv.” “Grab a new order pad for me from behind the counter, sweetheart.” “Be a doll and Evanesco the vomit from the men’s restroom for me.”
After three months of working with him, Rose now just told him to go fuck himself every time he tried to trade tables or foist some of his work on her. Scorpius’ typical response was to smirk and reply that if anyone needed a good fuck it was Rose. Their attitudes hadn’t made for the most comfortable of working situations. Nevertheless, their boss, Hannah Longbottom, hadn’t done more than reprimand them since combined they were her most popular and efficient wait staff.
Rose leaned against the bar next to her cousin Albus and glared at the back of Scorpius’ head.
“If you hate him so much, why don’t just work different shifts?”
“I need all the hours I can get if I’m ever going to afford my own flat.”
“Is living with Molly really that bad?”
“Worse. She would make Voldemort look like a laid back, easy-going chap.”
Albus chuckled and turned back to his drink.
Rose clenched her teeth as she watched as Cora Pappas, the hostess, sat the third straight group at a table in Scorpius’ section. With eyes narrowed, she waylaid Cora before she made it to the front of the pub. “What’s the deal?”
“Hum?”
“Why are you seating everyone in Malfoy’s section?”
“Because you are on break.”
“I’m not on a break!”
“But Scorpius told me-“
“Forget it,” Rose interrupted, knowing that Scorpius had lied to Cora in order to get his tables full at her expense. “I want the next three groups.”
“Rose, you know that is against the rules.”
“Cora, you know Malfoy is a slimy git.”
Cora rolled her eyes. “I’ll give you the next two groups, but that’s it. I don’t want to be drug into whatever grudge you have against Scorpius.”
“Thank you,” Rose replied, trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. One of the cardinal rules of being a successful server was not pissing off the hostess. “I know you try your best to be fair.”
As Rose headed back toward the bar, Scorpius walked passed her with a tray of drinks. “Weasley, the food for table six just came up. Be a doll and take it out for me.”
“Fuck off.”
“Hey, it’s not like you are doing anything else.”
Rose rounded on him. She spoke in a harsh whisper to keep from attracting Hannah’s attention. “You are a sneaky, no-good, immoral tosser. I hope you choke on a menu and die slowly and painfully in a pool of your own saliva.”
Scorpius quirked an eyebrow and gave Rose a superior-looking smile. “If you can’t stand the competition, stay off of the dance floor.”
“What? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’m telling you, in the nicest way possible, that I’m sick of your jealousy. If you don’t like watching a good server at work than find a new occupation.”
Rose sputtered in anger as Scorpius turned away. She wanted to leap on his back and bang him about the head, but settled for curling her fingernails deep into the palms of her hands.
“He’s pretty full of himself, huh?” Albus remarked from behind her.
“He’s a pillock and I despise him,” Rose replied.
“Someone should really teach him a lesson,” Albus goaded, knowing Rose needed just a little encouragement to go after Malfoy.
“If I hex him, Hannah will fire me,” Rose sighed.
“So don’t hex him. Turn the tables on him. Engage in all the same sneaky, nefarious behavior that he does. It won’t be long before he’s demanding a truce.”
Rose bit her lip and looked thoughtful. It wasn’t in her nature to plot or act in a backhanded manner, however, she had reached the end of her patience. Albus was right, it was time that Scorpius Malfoy learned he wasn’t the only capable server at the Leakey Cauldron.
TBC