forevertrouble (forevertrouble) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-12-03 11:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 12, character: hannah abbott, dead character: gideon prewett, former character: minerva longbottom |
RP: Minerva, Hannah & OPEN
Who: Minerva Longbottom, Hannah Abbott, and OPEN
Where: The Leaky Cauldron
When: evening, December 3, 2024
Rating/Warnings: None - may change
Summary: Minerva helps out her mother by temporarily working Dominique's shift
"Minerva, you only just got out of the hospital this morning. You don't have to work at the Leaky. I'm perfectly capable of covering Dominique's shifts myself until she gets better," Hannah informed her daughter, wiping her hands on her apron while the both of them were in the pub's kitchen.
The house elves were busy getting orders out, and Minerva knew how capable her mum was. But, there were dark shadows under Hannah's eyes and Minerva felt strong enough to help out. Besides, her situation wasn't nearly as dire as poor Dominique Weasley.
"Would you stop arguing with me, mum. I'm fine. I'm drinking what I need to and I'm feeling fine, honestly. You look like shite - go upstairs and rest and I'll take over the night shift," Minerva told her mother, exasperated.
Hannah looked unsure and Minerva made another irritated noise in the back of her throat.
"You were always trying to get me to work here before! Nothing has changed, yeah? Gods!"
"All right, all right. Calm down, for heaven's sake," Hannah said, putting up her hands for her daughter to lower her voice. But no one was paying attention to the two witches anyhow.
"If you need anything, you just let me know." Hannah paused. "You're really sure?"
"Mother," Minerva warned, and Hannah took off her apron and pulled her daughter close. She kissed Minerva on the cheek.
"Sorry, yes I know. Thank you, darling."
The truth was that Minerva was worried about her mum, for Hannah looked haggard and worn out. What her mum needed was a full day in bed, but she knew her mum wouldn't go that far. Sighing, Minerva got her own apron on and out to the bar.
As soon as she was behind the bar, customers began swarming for orders and Minerva actually felt grateful. It would keep her mind busy.
"So, what can I get you?"