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Post by rileybabe on Jul 25, 2008 19:11:33 GMT
Andie closed and locked the door to The Three Broomsticks, it was finally closing time which meant she was free to do what she wanted! Not to mention wear what she wanted, she thought as she looked down at her uniform with distaste. Stepping into the back room, she changed from her uniform to a hot pink, off-the-shoulder long sleeved tee, black mini with silver chain belt, black fishnet stocking and black knee-high boots. She also put on her silver bangles, and a tangle of silver necklaces with various charms on them.
Andie waked down the street towards Honeydukes, and stepped inside the bell tinkling overhead, and the sweet, heavenly scent of candy filled the air. It was time to stash up on her candy stock! Walkinjg around the store, Andie picked a little from each bin. Excluding Acid Pops, Cockroach Clusters, and the like!
Looking up, she saw a man a little ways down the aisle. He looked vaguely familiar. Then she realised, he must be a Hubbles. There was no mistaking that dirty-blond hair, stubble, and cheeky glint in his eyes. Yep, definitely a Hubbles. But who was he? Andie stared at him trying to figure it out. She knew it was not Dan, but who was it? Was it...Warren? Yes, it was Warren.
Andie smiled as she walked casually towards him, "So, looking for anything in particular?" she asked, gesturing towards the candy bins in front of them. Careful Andie, she heard a voice in her head warn her, don't let your flirting instincts get too far ahead of you! Relax she replied silently, still smiling at the man, I'll be careful!
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Post by Warren Hubbles on Jul 25, 2008 20:34:55 GMT
“Look mate no matter how much I want to take your money I have a duty as the Landlord.” Warren tried to guide the drunk out of the pub as calmly as possible. “I do not want you winding up in St Mungo’s now mate…look go home, have a glass of water and get an early night sleep, then go and talk to your wife I am sure she will understand.”
The drunk gave a rather loud sniff before wrapping his arms around Warren’s neck and started blubbering like a baby onto his shoulder shouting out amongst the sniffing how much he loved Warren, before announcing is love to everyone in the pub. Reassuring Gareth that they all loved him too Warren continued to lead the man out of the Hogshead and watched him stumble down the road before vanishing suddenly. Merlin knows where he turned up but Warren could not help but fear that with the amount of alcohol he had consumed his apparition skills would be a little rusty.
There was not much he could do about it now and as Warren turned to enter the pub once more he froze and gave a small sigh. He had been hand the bar all day long and needed a little bit of me time, also he had to find something for his kids considering yet again he would have to cancel his trip back home for a third weekend on a trot. So with his hands stuffed deep into his jacket pockets Warren made his way up the high street trying to work out the way to stay in favour with his six year old twins. Books were not really their thing, and they owned the latest Quidditch gear for The Tornados and Heather was strict about animals, so how else was he going to win the hearts of his kids to make up for his absence?
Chocolate!
With a small smile Warren strode over towards Honeydukes, for a while he just looked in through the window before finally making up his mind that this was his new bribing tool. Of course it would have to be the finest chocolates for his kids and where better then Honeydukes so as he entered the shop and the sweet smell of chocolate hit him he made his way straight over to the expensive chocolates.
He had only been browsing the verities of chocolates for a while when he heard a voice behind him. With a small frown Warren turned around and saw a grinning red haired girl standing next to him, well maybe girl was a bit too harsh, she must have been in her twenties. With a small smile back Warren thought that maybe she worked in the shop and so the only polite thing to do was to give them a straight answer but telling them in the most polite way possible that he did not need their help.
“Yeah I am looking for something for my kids. A little sweetener as Daddy can not make it home again this weekend. But I have an idea of what to get so I should be alright without any help.”
He shot the witch a cheesy grin and turned back to the chocolates only to find his gaze wondering back to the witch as he started to think that maybe she did not actually work here, in fact her face did seem slightly familiar, almost like someone had pointed her out in a crowd or described him to her.
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Post by rileybabe on Jul 26, 2008 17:12:35 GMT
Andie flashed a grin, emerald eyes sparkling. "Well, wish I could help, but I don't work here!" She scanned the bins of candy, "What exactly are you looking for?" she asked curiously. "I come here alot, so I actually might be able to help. I'm Andrea Riley by the way, most people call me Andie. I run the Three Broomsticks." she laughed, "And here I am babbling away! Sorry. my tongue likes to run away from me!"
Andie looked up to send the man another smile, instead found herself mesmerized by his golden-toned eyes. Realising that she was on ther verge of staring blankly into his eyes, she gave her head a small shake to clear her thoughts. Ugh! Why did men, Hubbles men in particular, seem to have that effect on her? She seriously needed to learn to stop being so tongue-tied! The smallest hint of a smile tugged at her full lips as her green eyes sparkled.
"So, are you looking for chocolate, sugar quills, licorice wands? Anything like that? Like I said, I come here alot, so I could probably show you where some stuff is." she laughed nervously, realising that she was starting to babble again.
Andie hated that about herself, everytime she saw a cute guy, she either couldn't shut up, or made a fool of herself, and flirted like crazy, even when it was clear that he was with someone else. Ugh! Would she ever get over that? Probably not she mused silently, resigining herself to a fate of forever babbling and flirting.
Then again, maybe, as loathe as she was to admit it, maybe the reason she couldn't change, was because she didn't want to. Her father said that intelligence, charm, and wit a.k.a. flirting ran in her blood, at first she thought he was just saying that. But, as Andie grew older, the more she realised, mayber her father was right. She sighed softly, thinking about her father, she hadn't seen him in nearly a year, she'd been so busy with the Three Broomsticks. Sure, they exchanged letters, but that wasn't the same. "Ugh, I seriously need a vacation." she mumbled to herself.
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Post by Warren Hubbles on Aug 8, 2008 10:57:39 GMT
Warren just looked at the babbling girl as she rambled on introducing herself and telling him almost her whole life story. Well telling him her name and job was not really her life story but she seemed very keen to talk and help him. As she looked up at him, studying his features Warren took the liberty to do the same and made a rough judgment that she would have been in Hogwarts while Dan was teaching there and putting two and two together the man made a reasonable quesstimation that this Andie girl used to be one of his devoted students.
Offering the red haired girl another smile he turned back to the selection of chocolates only as she started to offer him more advice. If Warren had not been so keen to get out of the Hogshead he would have already left…he could deal with drunks and make light conversation with people when he was behind his bar counter but thrown into a situation like this the mans patients would wear thin quickly.
“Thanks for the offer.” Warren chipped in as he pretended to be engrossed looking at a box of cherry-apple chocolate. “But I tend not to communicate with my rivals, especially when their happy hour’s kills my business.”
A glint spread across the mans face as it dawned on him that this woman really was his main competition. They were both fighting for the same target audience and it seemed that the Three Broomsticks always got mote custom then his little pub.
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