Who: Ginny Weasley and Dorea Black What: Lunch! Where: The Leaky Cauldron When: Wednesday Lunchtime Why: I don't really have a reason. Rating: Low Status: Incomplete
It hadn't been easy. It had taken a lot of her charm and quite a bit of her...ahem, penchant for bending the truth in order to land herself a waitressing gig at the Leaky Cauldron. The owner was a cranky old wizard who was suspicious of every damned thing and Ginny had nearly lost her temper on him twice while they'd chatted. In the end, though, she had not only gotten the job, but also scored them another room for half the usual price in exchange for her forgoing an hourly rate and working solely for tips. With the little bit of experience she had from waitressing to make the difference between what the Reserves line made and what she actually needed in order to live on her own, she figured she wouldn't do too badly. Just had to keep herself a low profile was all.
It was lunchtime on a Wednesday which meant a fairly busy pub. It was her second day on the job and she was still getting the hang of where things were and how everything worked and all. The cook had already yelled at her twice and she'd spilled soup down the front of her dress. Thankfully, she had a wand again, and a decent one at that, so it hadn't taken much to clean herself up.
Once she was considerably less soggy, and therefore a bit less testy she made her way back out to the floor and approached a customer who'd just taken a seat.
"Hullo there." She said, the brightness in her voice a bit put on and the smile she was feigning didn't quite reach her eyes. "Can I get you something to drink while you have a look at the menu?" Even in her less than stellar mood, she was sure she was a right sight more pleasant than the curmudgeon who owned the place.