Alice Longbottom (inherownright) wrote in platform_zero, @ 2017-08-27 00:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | alice longbottom, nymphadora tonks |
Who: Dora Tonks and Alice Longbottom
Where: The pub
When: Wednesday, August 23rd, afternoon (backdated)
What: Professional Gushing
Rating: They're drunk...?
They'd been here... a while. It was hard to tell, what with the fog outside. She waited at the bar for what was either their fourth or fifth ales, watching Andromeda pour in silence, her head spinning. It was such a relief to be out, well over the threshold into tipsy and inching ever closer to the one that went... beyond. Alice hated the word 'drunk'. 'Intoxicated' wasn't much better. 'Émoustillée'. She liked that one, but she couldn't very well use it with Dora or Frank and expect to be understood. That's what her papa's word for it had been. She was well on her way to émoustillée. Alice would be all too happy to keep drinking until Andie and Lavender kicked them out, though by then it would be more of a dragging than a kicking, she suspected.
"Did you know that I knew your mother in school?" she asked as she climbed onto the stool at their high table a moment later and slid one of the ciders across to her companion. "She had quite a reputation. But then I suppose we all have one, wherever we go. I'm... Frank Longbottom's wife and Neville's mum. You're a meta and an Auror. Teddy's mum, for the next generation. Your mother smiles to everyone's face, but there's so much turning of gears beneath the surface. She's always been a bit like that. Bartender suits her. Even if she might think it's too far beneath her."