[3 Broomsticks] Hard Day

[Prof Brianna O'Donnell]

Brianna walked into the Three Broomsticks, her broom slung on her back and strode to the bar table. She ordered a drink and accepted it gratefully, with a smile, from the bar tender. She took the drink and looked around. Not seeing anyone she turned back and sat on the stool next to her. She sipped her fire whiskey and leaned on her elbows.

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

Fagin had been drinking himself silly most of the evening, now seeing somebody he recognised he stumbled over, plainly very drunk.
"Evening Miss Donn, how are ye this fine evenink?"
Ordering two more firewhiskeys he downed another then shook himself fiercely regaining his usual "composure".
"What brings a lass like you 'ere? Bad day?"

[Prof Brianna O'Donnell]

Brianna looked over her shoulder in surprise at the grumpy, old professor she had met not days before. He had clearly had far too much to drink and was, it seemed, unable to look at her straight. "Why Prof Fagin," she said and continued sarcastically, "what a surprise!"

She lifted her firewhiskey to her lips and sipped delicately. Fagin dunked a glass and was on his second before she had set her glass back on the table. She expected hiccoughing to follow that display of repression and self-loathing. She cleared her throat and avoided looking at the professor for fear for what his breath would smell like. "Had my first confrontation with a student today. We couldn't agree on how to perform the Plumpton Pass. Then he went off on how being a teacher makes me an idiot who thinks she knows it all but actually has nothing more then troll dung for brains and a broomstick up my ..." she paused and calmed her self, "well, you get the picture. Hard day, I'd say!"

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

Fagin spluttered drink over Brianna, with a look of complete shock he gabbled incredulously
"first confrontation? First? Good God woman what haev you been doing? Hadding out treats every other lesson? Course you're gonna have fights, squabbles and abuse thrown at ye...ye're a teacher ain't ya?"
Gulping down another firewhiskey and belching rather loudly much to the amusement of students nearby but shock and outrage from locals.
"Ye need ta come down hard on the buggers, tis exactly what they do to you. Give a hell of a lot more than you get is my motto."
Fagin looked bleary eyed at the young professor before him, wobbling slightly from side to side. He muttered
"dunna worry lass I'll be alright, had far more'n this afore, haha."

[Prof Brianna O'Donnell]

Brianna leaned backwards as the professor raged on. His breath was foul. She decided to bury her nose in her glass instead. "Ah, yes, well, I don't know that I've ever conversed with you when you were sober in that case." She swallowed hard on the final sip of her whiskey then ordered a glass of butterbeer. She needed something sweet to give her back her energy.

She took the glass out of Fagin's hand and slid it across to the barman. "And you really shouldn't!" she lectured, pointing a steady finger in his face, "you will die a slow painful death and then just as you think you're getting better you're going to flop on your back and croak. So lay off the heavy stuff in large, judgment-impairing quantities. You are ghastly and salt as it is, you don't need to rub it in our faces." With that she smiled at the barman, who had been gaping at her, and sipped her drink.