Astoria Greengrass (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sew_perfect) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2014-08-21 19:49:00 |
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What: A trying day means a need to relax (and maybe make friends?)
Where: Finnigan's, The Corner
When: Thursday evening
Rating: SFW
Astoria wasn't really one to drink on any random Thursday evening, least of all in a public place, but she'd had such a long day that the thought was too tempting. The day had started out bad enough, with her having woken to nausea and having thrown her guts up, and then since it was inventory she had to go in despite her illness. Thankfully she felt better by mid morning, but she couldn't choke down breakfast, and even lunch didn't appeal much to her.
The inventory would have been fine, except somehow a boggart had gotten into a corner of the back stock and had run havoc all over the shop. It took hours to find it, figure out for sure it was a boggart, cast Ridikulous and get it away, and then of course they had lost count of black traditional robes and had to start all over. Add to that the fact that Hogwarts was starting soon and there was a steady stream of customers coming in wanting her famous 'cute-charmed' school robes for girls and it was enough to drive any witch to drink. But Astoria's stomach, weary from it's morning workout, was not interested in alcohol, and so instead she thought being in a space with some relaxing music and maybe the chance to meet someone to vent to brought her to Finnigans. It was strange-the space reminded her somehow of the Slytherin Common Room, where the low music was often accompanied by the squid lazily swimming by, and she always felt comforted being in that space. She might not have been the most social of people, but there was something about being around other people reading and relaxing that got her out of her own headspace and let her relax. Besides, it was Thursday...tomorrow she'd be expected at the manor and then it would be non-stop wedding planning all weekend. It was lovely to be around people who didn't care about color swatches or favors.
Astoria went right for the bar when she arrived, but she ordered a butter beer, just something sweet and warm to ease her stomach, and then made her way to her favorite space-The Corner. She wandered over to the take and leave shelf, picking up a book whose title appealed to her. "Sense and Sensibility. I could use a bit of that," she said, to no one in particular.