Closed; Personal Delivery to the Leaky

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It had been a particularly busy today in the shop today but then again, Tuesdays usually were. There was always an influx of women coming in, stocking up for something that they called Wine Wednesdays and completely buying him out of the cheaper bottles and boxes of reds, blushes, and whites. The same groups came in like clock work every week,

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[scilicette]

The dreary winter made certain days of the week more popular than others. Mondays and Tuesdays were at the top of that list, the beginnings of the work week apparently enough to drive even the most subdued of Hannah's normal clients to multiple rounds of scotch on the rocks and a few sneaky shots of whatever it was on the top shelf that managed to catch their eye. Their lips and wallets always became loose when it neared dinner time, especially over-worked husbands not quite ready to go back home to their wives. But it always tapered out around eight o'clock, everyone finally drumming up the courage to return home and deal with the fact that it was all going to happen again tomorrow

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After a couple of sharp knocks at the door Seamus pulled back, crossing his arms over his chest and he leaned gently against the tall stack of boxes and crates that he had brought with him. It was nice to take a quiet moment and breath in the crisp February air, a subtle breezing pushing past him

[scilicette]

When was the last time she had seen Seamus

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The last time that Seamus had seen Hannah she had caught his attention immediately, though that wasn't exactly uncommon when it came to a pretty face, especially one that he recognized. She seemed so different to him then, almost falling away into the crowd, that spark he'd seen in her eyes in the heat of battle long faded away. It was a curious thing.

He hadn't thought about it too much at the time, his mind clouded by firewhiskey and the nameless girl hanging on his every word, but a few days ago when the order came in for The Leaky Cauldron, Hannah Abbott's signature there at the bottom, well, he knew that he'd have to come here himself to see her. It would be a shame if she had lost that fire inside of her, somehow settled into an easier life than she deserved.

"I thought I'd make an exception just for you," he mused, taking a step forward to block out the sun from her eyes, eyes narrowed playfully as he held her gaze. He couldn't help but grin at the way she shifted, not yet sure what to make of it.