A Night for Celebration
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hogwashWho: Mandy Brocklehurst and Percy Weasley
What: Birthdays
Where: Hammersmith and London
When: (Backdated) Sunday 22, August
Rating: PG
Status: In-Progress
Mandy completed one last twirl in front of her mirror before deciding that she was glad that she bought the outfit. She’d chosen a retro style black dress with sweetheart halter neck and baby pink polka dots. She particularly loved the way that the skirt swirled around her knees. She left her hair down and a bit messy, yanked on her black heels, and admired how long they made her legs look before throwing on a light black half cloak charmed to look like a cardigan in the muggle realm. Rifling through her pockets, she made sure to have everything she’d need. ‘Muggle ID: check. floo powder: check, tube pass: check, cash for a cab: check, wand: check, keys: check.’ That last one was important; the last time Mandy forgot her keys, she got so frustrated she blasted the door off its hinges and her Dad had to modify her super’s memory to cover it. While she didn’t plan on getting tooshitfaced, it never hurt to be prepared. And even if she did get trashed, it was a special day after all.
After making sure there was plenty of light to see by upon her return she locked the door and dashed out of her apartment building. The bar was a few blocks walk. She stepped in feeling a bit out of her element as she saw the stylish clientele and her mind flew back to the cozy pub she often frequented.
‘No. I said that I’d try something new for the night.’ She told herself as she made her way to he bar. The Barman looked her up and down almost disinterestedly as he asked,
“What’ll it be?”
“What do you suggest?”
“Depends on what you’re in the mood for.”
“Birthday booze.” He cracked a smile and asked for proof causing her to fish out her ID. The man nodded and turned around to meddle with the bottles behind the counter before placing a martini glass with a pink fizzy drink complete with a firework style decoration in front of her.
“One Birthday Bomber for the lucky lady. Going on a bar crawl?” She shook her head. Despite the fact that he’d guessed her plans spot on, she didn’t want him to know that she was spending her birthday alone.
“No, some friends have a surprise planned for me and I figured a hint of liquid courage could prepare me for whatever they’ve got up their sleeves.” He nodded and excused himself to serve another patron who was trying to get his attention.
Mandy sipped her drink, watching the other customers. A few danced, but not many. For a reason unknown, she didn’t feel much like dancing with someone random tonight. After she finished her drink and did some people watching, she attempted to flag down the barman to pay her tab, but he waved her off mouthing that it was on the house. Saluting in thanks, she left a tip and set out to one of the Karaoke bars she knew of in the area.
About an hour later, Mandy stepped off stage after yet another Joan Jett song and grinned in a giddy mix of adrenaline and girlish glee. The opportunity to sing her heart out like a fool made her smile. She left her tip and emerged from the establishment to head for the tube to catch a train to London. Leaky would be next.
Twenty-five...
Percy was sitting at a table inside of the Leaky Cauldron, staring down at the glass that was in his hands. Birthday’s were never things that he usually liked to make a big deal of, though he thought, considering today was more of a landmark, he would head down to the pub and order himself something to drink. After all, it wasn’t every day that a man was a quarter century years old. His father had sent him a bottle of firewhiskey, that he had stowed away inside of his apartment for safe-keeping and his mother, as usual, had knitted him some horrible red scarf and sent along a large container of home-made sweets. The scarf was to keep him warm through the fall and despite how horrid it looked, after he had sent home his Christmas jumper the one year, he never failed to wear anything his mother had kitted him. And he knew that he would wear this scarf with pride.
Not only was he celebrating that today was his birthday, but he would finally be able to get back to work tomorrow! These days off had nearly killed him and he hadn’t the slightest idea of what he should do with himself. He stared down at the glass of firewhiskey in his hands and let out a deep sigh. “Happy Birthday...” he murmured to himself, under his breath, before he ordered another round. Perhaps he would have just one more before he called it a night and retreated for his flat.
“Tom! I’d love a Firewhiskey if you please!” A voice called above the din as someone sat a few stools away from the brooding Percy. The voice got closer as the body plunked onto the stool beside his.
“Why is it that every time I see you, you look positively dour? I thought you said you knew how to have fun.” The prattle stopped a moment, almost as if she was considering something. The clink of glass on wood told him that she was only stopping to take a sip of her drink. “How are those lovely nieces of yours, Percy?”
What: Birthdays
Where: Hammersmith and London
When: (Backdated) Sunday 22, August
Rating: PG
Status: In-Progress
Mandy completed one last twirl in front of her mirror before deciding that she was glad that she bought the outfit. She’d chosen a retro style black dress with sweetheart halter neck and baby pink polka dots. She particularly loved the way that the skirt swirled around her knees. She left her hair down and a bit messy, yanked on her black heels, and admired how long they made her legs look before throwing on a light black half cloak charmed to look like a cardigan in the muggle realm. Rifling through her pockets, she made sure to have everything she’d need. ‘Muggle ID: check. floo powder: check, tube pass: check, cash for a cab: check, wand: check, keys: check.’ That last one was important; the last time Mandy forgot her keys, she got so frustrated she blasted the door off its hinges and her Dad had to modify her super’s memory to cover it. While she didn’t plan on getting tooshitfaced, it never hurt to be prepared. And even if she did get trashed, it was a special day after all.
After making sure there was plenty of light to see by upon her return she locked the door and dashed out of her apartment building. The bar was a few blocks walk. She stepped in feeling a bit out of her element as she saw the stylish clientele and her mind flew back to the cozy pub she often frequented.
‘No. I said that I’d try something new for the night.’ She told herself as she made her way to he bar. The Barman looked her up and down almost disinterestedly as he asked,
“What’ll it be?”
“What do you suggest?”
“Depends on what you’re in the mood for.”
“Birthday booze.” He cracked a smile and asked for proof causing her to fish out her ID. The man nodded and turned around to meddle with the bottles behind the counter before placing a martini glass with a pink fizzy drink complete with a firework style decoration in front of her.
“One Birthday Bomber for the lucky lady. Going on a bar crawl?” She shook her head. Despite the fact that he’d guessed her plans spot on, she didn’t want him to know that she was spending her birthday alone.
“No, some friends have a surprise planned for me and I figured a hint of liquid courage could prepare me for whatever they’ve got up their sleeves.” He nodded and excused himself to serve another patron who was trying to get his attention.
Mandy sipped her drink, watching the other customers. A few danced, but not many. For a reason unknown, she didn’t feel much like dancing with someone random tonight. After she finished her drink and did some people watching, she attempted to flag down the barman to pay her tab, but he waved her off mouthing that it was on the house. Saluting in thanks, she left a tip and set out to one of the Karaoke bars she knew of in the area.
About an hour later, Mandy stepped off stage after yet another Joan Jett song and grinned in a giddy mix of adrenaline and girlish glee. The opportunity to sing her heart out like a fool made her smile. She left her tip and emerged from the establishment to head for the tube to catch a train to London. Leaky would be next.
Twenty-five...
Percy was sitting at a table inside of the Leaky Cauldron, staring down at the glass that was in his hands. Birthday’s were never things that he usually liked to make a big deal of, though he thought, considering today was more of a landmark, he would head down to the pub and order himself something to drink. After all, it wasn’t every day that a man was a quarter century years old. His father had sent him a bottle of firewhiskey, that he had stowed away inside of his apartment for safe-keeping and his mother, as usual, had knitted him some horrible red scarf and sent along a large container of home-made sweets. The scarf was to keep him warm through the fall and despite how horrid it looked, after he had sent home his Christmas jumper the one year, he never failed to wear anything his mother had kitted him. And he knew that he would wear this scarf with pride.
Not only was he celebrating that today was his birthday, but he would finally be able to get back to work tomorrow! These days off had nearly killed him and he hadn’t the slightest idea of what he should do with himself. He stared down at the glass of firewhiskey in his hands and let out a deep sigh. “Happy Birthday...” he murmured to himself, under his breath, before he ordered another round. Perhaps he would have just one more before he called it a night and retreated for his flat.
“Tom! I’d love a Firewhiskey if you please!” A voice called above the din as someone sat a few stools away from the brooding Percy. The voice got closer as the body plunked onto the stool beside his.
“Why is it that every time I see you, you look positively dour? I thought you said you knew how to have fun.” The prattle stopped a moment, almost as if she was considering something. The clink of glass on wood told him that she was only stopping to take a sip of her drink. “How are those lovely nieces of yours, Percy?”
