"OI! Barkeep! A little service, please?" The young woman at the other end of the bar was understandably frustrated, considering how bloody long she'd been standing there, watching the man just-- stand there, simply entertaining the damned Mauve Madman as she had already dubbed the gentleman who was sitting at the bar in a damned sharp purple suit, that really looked like something one of her colleagues from the Ministry would have worn to "blend into" the Muggle population, if they had never actually seen a Muggle's generally more-- muted sense of colour.
She crinkled her nose up at the "sharply dressed" man, thinking very loudly, as if hoping he was a Legilimens: Stop being so bloody Obvious, please!
"OI! You, Barkeep? Please, could I get some service over here? I'd like a mint cordial, please." She speaks authoritatively, as if she too is accustomed to being obeyed with all her orders, even if she still had to shout herself practically hoarse in order to get the barkeep's attention, and of course, she was just a rookie Auror, and thus: didn't have much chance to order anyone around, save of course, the Dark Wizards she happened to arrest away from her senior partner. "And please, give me that glass that you've been polishing for the past ten minutes; I am satisfied as to the cleanliness of that one, and that one alone. And..." She sighed softly before adding yet another "command" for the bartender: "And please leave the bottle out for me, too, for that matter!"
She had been somewhat reluctant to leave this obvious wizarding official, in the "snazzy suit", with the impression she was a damned dipsomaniac, but at long last she had made her decision: let him think that. She was going home tomorrow, after all. Home to England: sweet, lovely, foggy countryside!
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She crinkled her nose up at the "sharply dressed" man, thinking very loudly, as if hoping he was a Legilimens: Stop being so bloody Obvious, please!
"OI! You, Barkeep? Please, could I get some service over here? I'd like a mint cordial, please." She speaks authoritatively, as if she too is accustomed to being obeyed with all her orders, even if she still had to shout herself practically hoarse in order to get the barkeep's attention, and of course, she was just a rookie Auror, and thus: didn't have much chance to order anyone around, save of course, the Dark Wizards she happened to arrest away from her senior partner. "And please, give me that glass that you've been polishing for the past ten minutes; I am satisfied as to the cleanliness of that one, and that one alone. And..." She sighed softly before adding yet another "command" for the bartender: "And please leave the bottle out for me, too, for that matter!"
She had been somewhat reluctant to leave this obvious wizarding official, in the "snazzy suit", with the impression she was a damned dipsomaniac, but at long last she had made her decision: let him think that. She was going home tomorrow, after all. Home to England: sweet, lovely, foggy countryside!