Ummmmm. Hi? [closed]

[scilicette]

Fridays weren't much of an excitement when you worked in place that housed one of the most popular bars in wizarding London. There wasn't an upcoming two-day lull to look forward to and there certainly wasn't any sleeping in on Saturday mornings when the Inn was typically at its most busy - early check-ins and room cleanings to be supervised,

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[so_astoria]

It had been a bit of a long night, even by her rather flexible (figuratively, literally, whatever) standards. While a good bit of her clientele was still drawn from the wizarding world, there was still something she always found a bit itchy about scheduling anything at or around the Leaky Cauldron. While most (herself included) would agree that her morals weren't exactly up to par with what respectable society would consider appropriate, there were still a few things she cared about keeping unspoiled, as few places and people and things she didn't want to see dragged through the (figurative, literal, whatever) dirt she so generally enjoyed smearing

[scilicette]

The collision knocked Hannah backward slightly, her body bouncing into the cleaning cart situated behind her. The handcuffs tinkered against each other in her pocket as she let out a little 'oof' sound, something admittedly not quite feminine but completely out of her grasp as she was completely guard off guard by the hit. She was still sputtering out her apologies, quite certain hitting a guest wasn't likely to bring her good business when she heard the demure voice of her victim and it might have hit her harder than any physical collision could

[so_astoria]

If that flustered, apologetically flushed look had been enough to get Astoria's attention even as she was catching her balance and fumbling with her cup, it was nothing compared to what that smile did, and she made no point of making the slow, assessing up-and-down look she gave her any kind of subtle.

A slight quirk of an eyebrow was the only shift in her expression as she met the other girl's eye, the practiced control she had over her expression more of an automatic reaction than an actual thought out effort. Slightly mean or passively displeased were her resting expressions, with casually unimpressed and cheekily suggestive only a few eyebrow quirks away.

This particular hitch, however, almost bordered on something between amused and intrigued. The outfit didn't do her much justice, but hell, noticing these things were part of the gig, and there was something about the way a person stood, and holy mother of curves, Merlin

[scilicette]

"Just Hannah