V i n d i c a t e d - Rob;Spencer

[dani]

If today was your last day [&] tomorrow was too late, could you say goodbye to yesterday?

Walking with her head down and her jacket wrapped tightly around her, Danielle tried to avoid dust getting blown into her eyes by the strongly fierce wind. As she walked through the dusty streets of Diagon Alley, she felt strange emotion after strange emotion. She was caught up between everything and her pressure was rising each day it was mostly because the stress with her family. Why was violet being so complicated? Why didn’t she listen to her family when they told her to just stay at Hogwarts instead of transferring to Beauxbatons, she was already a fourth year for Merlin’s sake.

When Danielle looked up, she noticed that she was standing right outside The Three Broomsticks. The witch didn’t really want to go in there, but she decided that it would be better inside than out. At least inside there would be no wind. She opened the door and was instantly greeted by a gush of chatter and the smell of alcohol and smoke. Dani walked through the tangle of people to an open spot at the bar. “One butterbeer, please?” She muttered to the bartender, as he came over to take her order.

Pushing a piece of blonde hair behind her ear, Danielle sighed softly and gazed around the stuffy pub looking for no one in particular. Today the pub was packed like usual with drunken men and women which was always normal.

Tapping her nails against the wooden counter as the witch waited patiently for her drink the train of thoughts trailed through mind once again and before she knew it, she was completely distracted by her own thought and oblivious to what was surrounding her.

;;Sorry it's short.

[rob]

It was another busy day at the Three Broomsticks. It wasn't Rob's shift yet, so he lay on his small, springy bed above the bar and the chattering peoples. He really hated his room. It was small, dusty and all around crappy, but it was all he could afford. At least on the bright side he could get discounts on beer, and all he had to do to get it was walk down the stairs.

He sat up and started to tap his foot on the ground. He hated waiting for his shift. He also hated not doing anything. Getting up, he headed toward the cracked, dusty mirror and looked into it. He looked like a mess. Sighing, Rob straightened out his clothes; he was already dressed in his uniform. The stress and paranoia of his brother, Nate, was starting to get to him. He definitely looked how he felt, tired.

Finally it was time, rushing down the stairs he greeted the bartender that was taking off, his shift was over. He told Robert that a girl ordered a butterbeer, and he pointed her out to him. Giving the bartender a pat on the shoulder he gladly took her off his hands. Getting a butterbeer the headed over to the table.

"Here's your butterbeer, ma'am. So, how are you doing this fine day?" Unlike most of the bartenders he liked to stay and chat with his costumers.

ooc;; no problem. oh and sorry i posted to his so late, i totally forgot that you were making a thread XDDD;;;

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