early night working (open)

[rury]

outfit*

Helena pulled on her apron. Working at the Three Broomsticks wasn't always her lifetime dream but it was going to do for now. She had to give Alek, her son some support. Life was boring for her at this state, but it did not mean she wanted drama. Actually, for once, Helena Greyback felt grateful for what she had. She had an education, friends and a boyfriend. What more could she want? She had left Aleksandr in the dormitory room, softly sleeping underneath her covers. It was the week-end, and Helena chose to use her time by serving other people beer? What the hell? Did this kind of foreshadow her future in a slight bit? Whatever, she thought. At least it was a better option than the whore house.

She stood at the corner of the bartable, staring at people walk back and forth through the front door. The Leaky Cauldron was always filled with many people. She softly pulled out a wet rag and began cleaning the bar, not glancing up at the customers. Most of the customers left drunk. It was slightly irritating and she hated serving the drunk ones because they always seemed to have aim for her ass, or even a breast. She stopped cleaning the table and threw the rag into the sink, washing her hands. The place wasn't so bad. At least it was moderately clean. There was a firewhiskey order on table 3. She softly sighed and moved over to the bottle. She opened it, pouring the dark liquid into a glass. She began to move to table 3. For once, the customer wasn't a drunk, but he was probably going to end up drunk. She placed the order in front of him and managed a soft smile. "Anything else?" the man shook her off in a rude manner. She rolled her eyes, wondering why she even bothered being friendly, but Helena could not help it for it came naturally to her. She moved back to her original spot, staring out the window. These were dark times. She could tell - and being an Order member caused her to feel danger. She was still surprised to how not one of them tried interrogating her yet.