Harry Potter - Life Goes On (IC)
Kleo let out a sigh as the bar keeper barked at her to finish up what she was doing, there were patrons to serve. She sat before the small vanity in her room, carefully gathering her blonde hair and wrapping a tie around it to keep it out of her face. Standing, she quickly straightened things before exiting the room and heading down the stairs towards the crowded bar. She supposed there were good things about working in a place like this, there was always somebody new to talk to. The shoppers of Diagon Alley liked to spend some time talking to the friendly servant and she had managed to make friends with some of the other shop keeps in her rare moments of freedom. "Keep that up and you'll be out on the street girl" Tom told her as she stepped onto the main floor, she could feel her face flushing slightly as she slid behind the bar and began filling orders as they were given, offering friendly smiles to familiar faces and introducing herself to new ones. Even so, she wanted so much more out of her life, all that time and effort in Wizarding school, was this all she was ever going to amount to? She was still young, there was time to do more, but she was never given any time to do anything else, and a part of her felt guilty for leaving the old bar keeper without any help. He may have been gruff and rude, but she knew he would never really kick her out and that deep down he knew he needed her.
She glanced up as the back door opened, rays of sunshine coming into the darkened room, it was mid summer, her favorite time of year. Maybe if it died down enough she could go out into Diagon Alley before the sun went down and enjoy it. She considered the idea of stopping by the broom shop, but that idea brought along with it a surge of pain and longing. She knew she'd never be able to afford even the cheapest of brooms, she made nothing more than the tips that some were kind enough to slip and that was what she used to get the few things that she needed to survive.
'a pint o' Mead m'dear' came a familiar friendly voice. She glanced behind her, recognizing the beetle black eyes crinkle in a smile beneath that main of his "Hagrid, how are you?" she asked, grinning widely. Hagrid had always been one of her favorite professors at Hogwarts. She pulled out one of the largest glasses she could find and began pumping the mead into it.