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bp_eileen (bp_eileen) wrote in breaking_point,

"I'm a brewer," Eileen stated. "Alcoholic substances, among others..." She left that sentence unfinished, a way of trimming the irrelevant information off her long and eventful CV.

No, she needs no hints of poisons, or darker dealings. Not this one. She'd probably go paler than her milk at the mention of a single aphrodisiac or a love potion.

"I know my drinks and mix them well. I haggle. I can clear a pub full of drunks in an instant if needed, even if they're unconscious, and," she spun a gobstone on her finger and let it squirt a dash of milk into her cup, "I entertain."

She leaned forward over her cup, meeting Hannah's eyes, as she continued, softer, more urgent. "Truth is, I'm with child, and I am in need of a reliable place... and a reliable person." She placed her hand over the shawl wrapped around her belly. "That place is not Hogwarts, and that person is not my son." Not yet, anyway. He knows far too much about me and I hardly know him.

She leaned back, and her gaze went sombre. Serious. "I'm a hard worker, and I will offer reliability in return."