Who: Ginny Weasley and Open! When: Monday evening, around 10 p.m. Where: The Three Broomsticks What: Working, what else? Rating: PG Status: COMPLETE.
you see 'em drop like flies from their bright sunny skies. they come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes. you've got one good trick and you're hanging on, you're hanging onto it.
It had been a surprisingly long day, full of business which was equated both with making good money and being tired as hell. It was nearly time for closing, well, nearly meaning two hours, but that was miniscule compared to the six she'd already had in her shift. At least Ginny didn't have to worry about the curfew, she lived above her establishment. It certainly made things easy.
Currently, there were a total of four people inside the cozy pub. Ginny stood behind the bar, drying off freshly rinsed glasses that were still warm. She was drying them with a towel that never seemed to become too damp, then reached up to hang them from a hidden shelf above the bar. She was dressed rather casually for work, but then again, it was a Monday. A pair of well-worn black slacks rested low on her hips while a white button-up blouse was worn on her upper half, a few of the top buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up for comfort. Her apron was tied haphazardly about her waist, with a small notepad and a quill, as well as a small change purse that chinked as she moved. Her trademark hair was pulled up into a messy... Bun? Ponytail? Somewhere in-between, and she kept pushing strands of it back behind her ears.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternal load of glasses was dried and set in their appropriate shelves, she set to cleaning. As she was wiping down the sink behind the bar, she heard the familiar tinkle of the bell above the door, and heard the scrape of a barstool as the new entrant sat down. Ginny turned around, wiping her hands off on the rag before approaching the newcomer, "What can I get for you?" She asked pleasantly, before taking in the familiar face.