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*by now she can balance the tray easily on one hand, threading her way through the crowd tables to plunk down pints on a table, then a tumbler of scotch for one more person* *she grins at something one of the men says, then rolls her eyes with a sharp sarcastic retort that only makes them laugh* *when one reaches up, she swats his hand away with an easy familiarity, taking the money and tucking it into a pocket of her apron after a quick doublecheck to make certain the bits of paper are correct* *Muggle money still seems odd, although she's certainly become more used to it since starting here* *she makes her way back to the bar, setting the tray down and calling over for orders* *while waiting, hitches up a bit and leans over the bar from the front, reaching for her own water bottle she has stashed there, ignoring the calls as she bends* Tags: at the nine ploughs, leaving that arse behind, rp, vincent
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*looks up as someone enters the shop, no longer ducking since the wards had been set, but still wary* *when the young man approaches her, asking if she's Millicent, she frowns slightly* Millicent will be back soon. *cocks her head, and holds out her hand* I'll be certain she gets it. Who is it from? *her frown only deepens when he explains that he can't say* *once the young man is gone, she takes out her wand and goes over the package carefully, checking that there are no curses awaiting her* *then she slits the envelope open and lets the letter fall out and unfold in her hands* Mil,
You gave me a true gift for my birthday one year. I'm returning the favour. He's okay, I promise.
Vincent*heart beating more rapidly, she rips into the paper, lifting out the silver frame with the photograph of herself and her son cradled in her arms* *she remembers when Vincent took the picture, shortly after Vinny was born* *she'd been looking down at him, and the sudden light had startled her into looking up* *and she'd smiled then, and he'd smiled as well* *she couldn't remember Vincent smiling since* *in the photograph, she looks so happy, and Vinny is so tiny* *tears leak from the corner of her eyes, and she swallows hard, refusing to let them come* *then the door opens and a customer comes in, calling out a friendly hello and asking about a particular book they'd ordered* *she quickly tucks the photo under the countertop, then pauses, and sets it out instead where she can see it* *calls out as she forces a smile she doesn't feel* I've got it right here. Tags: about vincent, birthdays, solo rp, sweet child of mine
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