closed: susan at the leaky

[nnnoah]

While most Ministry workers had the benefit of working regular Monday through Friday, nine to five weeks, the Department of Magical Games and Sports had its own slightly varied schedule. Between evening and weekend Quidditch matches, press events, news roundups, and scattered meetings that overlapped with other departments and their respective

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[susanbones_x]

Susan always looked forward to her shifts behind the bar at the Leaky, happy to pass the time on her feet and making idle conversation with the customers, most of which were extremely pleasant, if not even a little bit flirty. It might have been a little bit sad but it wasn't as if she had anything else going on and usually ended up down here anyway, nursing a few drinks while she wanted for Hannah to be free enough to swap stories, eye up the cute guys, and gossip a little bit. It was better than wandering the streets by herself or getting lost in yet another mindless television show

[nnnoah]

Hannah's polar opposite in so many ways, Noah had always quite liked Susan. From being one of the handful of kids that got shuffled through his aunt and uncle's in their pre-Hogwarts years to becoming a solid fixture in his cousin's life, the two still practically attached at the hip as they had been for years, she had always had a tough sort of nonchalance about her, a resilient, sensible optimism. Seeing her was hardly ever a disappointment.

"I'm technically looking for Bernardo, actually, but he can wait," Noah waved a hand, similarly leaning against the counter on his own side of the bar.

"It's been a minute, hasn't it? How've you been?" he asked, a genuine smile flashing across his face.

[susanbones_x]

It was possible that the best part of being at The Leaky and working behind the bar wasn't actually the flow of drunken strangers and their incredibly hilarious stories but rather the look on her friend's faces when they stepped through that door and saw her. There was something very special about that warm smile that Noah offered, something that had always tugged at her heartstrings.

"The same-" she told him, and tried not to make it sound quite as depressing as it actually was. Susan liked the slow steadiness of her life, not a lot of highs but that meant there weren't any lows either.

She leaned in a little further, balancing on the tips of her toes to press a kiss to his cheek, right there close to the corner of his mouth.

"Better now, though. How are you?"

[nnnoah]

Noah's grin widened that much more against the press of Susan's lips on his barely-just-cheek, eyes squinting down to mere slits, as they tended to when dealing with anything that went beyond a half-hearted crooked half-smile