Work time was over and now it was time for her to have some fun. She decided that she wanted to have a few drinks. Of course there was nothing wrong with a few drinks after a long hard day at work. She loved her job and not everyone agreed with what she did for a living. Hell a lot of people didn't know what she did for a living. She hid it a lot to her friends and family. Like any of them would be completely ok with her choices. She loved what she did though it was fun and no one seemed to understand that. She loved the way that men looked at her. That to her was well worth it.
She bundeled up in her coat and walked out the back door. It was freezing outside and today she had forgotten her extra clothes. She was late and in a hurry. So her clothing wasn't really appropriate. Luckily she had brought her big thick coat that hid what she had on underneath. She had her purse and headed toward diagon alley. As she walked she avoided any glances from strangers passing by. Her red hair laid curly around her shoulders her green yes passing by.
She walked into the pub and over to the counter where she ordered a fire whiskey and gave the bar tender extra to keep them coming. She walked over to a table in the very back in an almost hidden view. Her eyes scammed around and down to her glass.
wish i may, wish i might
tag: open words: I dunno notes: come drink with meh!
essa had been working late. It wasn't a strange thing for her, since she tended to get handed extra work since she was single and childless. It was a little frustrating to not go home at the same time as almost everyone else, but Jessa was too nice to say anything. Besides, she usually left late anyways, since she often got lost in telling one of her patients stories from her year long adventure around the world learning about magical creatures. It made them happy to hear it and she was happy to reminisce.
Once Jessa was finally released on this particularly cold and dreary January night, she opted to stop by a popular pub in Diagon Alley that she knew carried really good firewhiskey. It was fairly quiet tonight, particularly considering the late hour. When she went to the bartender to order a drink, the barkeep working, who recognized Jessa as a regular, jokingly asked if another customer was her sister, motioning to a young-looking redhead that had taken a seat in the back corner. Jessa knew he was wrong, since all of her siblings were Muggles, but she was always intrigued by redheaded witches. She'd read somewhere that Muggleborns were descended from Squibs who had married Muggles. Perhaps, she always wondered, one of those redheaded witches was a long lost cousin from way back when, when her entire family might have been magical?
Jessa thanked the bartender, took her drink and walked over to where the young lady sat. She stopped and stood next to the table and asked, "Let me guess - Weasley, right?" That usually was the surname she heard when it came to redheaded wizards - perhaps it applies for witches as well?