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mendozarin:

After heading to the Three Broomsticks on one of her days off, Arin wanted to both laugh and kind of cry at the fact that the barmaid, the easily argued gorgeous barmaid, recognized her schedule well enough to know what time she typically arrived every other week.  Okay sometimes it was that same day every week.  “I should be embarrassed that you know that, but for some reason, I’m not.”

“It’s a compliment really. I always remember when the beautiful witches come in, Arin.” the barmaid said, flashing Arin a charming smile as she winked at the girl. Dolohov took any opportunity to flirt, but it was true that she always remembered when the fun or beautiful people came in. 

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vcndre:

THE BRUNETTE grinned up at the other woman. “well, i could never turn down a nice cold drink. it’s the quickest way to my heart after all,” she said. “but i do insist.” she was taken by surprise though when the other mentioned wanting some sort of inspiration. “grace. i’m grace vandre,” she replied with a smile. “and it depends? what are some symbols or such that you would associate with yourself or you like?”

“Hm, so If I buy you a couple of cold drinks you’d go on a proper date with me?" Dolohov bit down on her bottom lip before she flashed a wink in the girl’s direction. “Grace,” she repeated, “I like it. Antoinette Dolohov,” She introduced herself before she shrugged at Grace’s next words. Maybe it was better to drop her act and be honest before she ended up with like five tattoos because she wanted to impress a girl, “I’m not going to lie. I came here to see if you wanted to go out with me, but now I’m here I’m thinking about getting a tattoo.”

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dreamcfgenie:

     “understandable!” genie laughed along, she had gone home that night after the shift and had laughed about it for hours after with her roommate. “that’s part of the reason i much prefer my shifts in the maternity ward. significantly less odd stories to speak of there.”

The barmaid let out a warm laugh as soon as she heard Genie’s reply. She didn’t expect anything else. She’d have done the same thing. Who wouldn’t? “I bet,” She chuckled, “And babies are a lot cuter,” Dolohov said with a soft smile. “Wh--” She was about to ask the girl a question when she heard her name. “I’ll be right back,” Dolohov squeezed the girl’s hand before she walked to the other side of the bar. The girl had always been very touchy so, it wasn’t strange to her to grab people’s hand or etc. Once she was done serving drinks, she walked back to Genie. “Okay, so, what are you doing later tonight?” Her elbows resting on the counter as she leaned in a bit to whisper to the girl. “Fancy going back to my place?” At this point, Antoinette had lost count of how many people the witch had been with. In fact, she couldn’t remember spending an entire week without having someone in her bed. It didn’t have to necessarily be in a bed. This was probably the reason why she was so blunt and confident at times, like right now. “There won’t be any devil’s snares involved,” She joked.

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dlaneys:

her nose scrunches just a little bit at the mention of the alcoholic drink the woman was offering,          mostly because the ravenclaw hasn’t actually       tasted       said drink before         !          or have she         ?        i don’t recall,        thoughts echo through her mind as she takes a sit at the bar,          placing her hands on her lap as she waits.          “          i really don’t know         …        but i think it has to do something with my sight,        if that makes sense          ?         i mean,        my mam is always going on and on and on about me not wearing my glasses because that means ‘m forcing my sight,         ”          the blonde rambles as she wraps a hand around the glass,         hesitantly pulling it up her still moving lips.           “         —-and i thought she was just kiddin’ with that but what if        ?        BUT ANYWAYS         !         how have you been         ?         no one has caused ye’ trouble over here          ?          ”

Honestly, Antoinette didn’t know anything when it came to bad eyesight. “Why wouldn’t you wear your glasses?” She asked curiously, and she took a sip of her drink while she thought about it for a moment, “It does make sense, doesn’t it? That your eyes might constantly try to focus, and that’s why you’ve a headache?” Antoinette was no expert on this. Honestly, she never thought about it either. “Nothing I can’t handle,” The barmaid said while flashing a wink towards the younger girl. “Do you want something else to drink?” She noticed Delaney’s facial expressions when she mentioned firewhiskey earlier.

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Antoinette let out a loud laugh that sounded genuine, but it was definitely a I’m just being nice laugh when her father’s friend jokingly asked her to marry him. It wasn’t the first proposal she got. As a Dolohov, she was quite known as a pureblood. Sure, she wasn’t part of the sacred twenty-eight, but they knew she was a pureblood, and with her father’s connections, older wizards always felt the need to propose for themselves or their sons. Dolohov had hoped to avoid this by going out somewhere else for a change, but she knew so many people through her family, The Three Broomsticks, Hogwarts, or when she went out by herself that it couldn’t be avoided. 

The thirty-one-year-old was very social and became good friends with strangers quickly, but the downside to knowing everyone was that everyone wanted to have a conversation with her, and she couldn’t really be anything but nice because her customers were here, too. After a while, the older wizard gave up and left the Dolohov alone. She sighed as she looked around the place. It was full of older wizards, not something she was looking for to take home tonight. It wasn’t until she walked around that she noticed an unfamiliar face. Strange. He must be new. How else could she not know him? It was a handsome wizard with dark features, but young, very young. She told herself as she stared at him for a while. He definitely has a sort of elite vibe over him, but she couldn’t place it. The leather jacket was hot, yes, but not something they’d wear. Her social side quickly came out and she walked over to the young wizard, sitting down on a chair next to him, basically inviting herself into his personal space. “How come I’ve never seen you before?” She asked bluntly, there was no such thing as a subtle Dolohov.

「  @antoinettedolohov plotted a starter with @lezekiiel. 」

      the last time lezekiel had prowled the streets of magical montegreedio,      scotland,      he’d attended a rager that left him with one of the worst hangovers he’d ever had.      which said a lot      —      considering he was a perpetual drunk.      the nastier he was,      the less alcohol or gillyweed was in his system.      he’d also met some interesting facades;      he expected tonight to be no different,      though he was attempting to keep a low profile tonight.      his hair fell into his light eyes dangerously,      instead of being perfectly coiffed      —      he’d stolen a leather jacket that monty must of left during his elongated stay at theosidis manor.      the only thing he wore that hinted to his wealth was his family ring,      shown in many a history book that explained the legends of the wix he’d descended from.      usually,      he was in the mood to be the most      EXTRA      as possible,      but he’d dealt with a spectacular amount of idiots      —      he didn’t want attract even more to him,      if he could help it.    he sat down at the back of a bar filled with neon charmed decor,      pulling the tin filled with gillyweed spliffs out as he waited to be served.

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dreamcfgenie:

     “well the most recent one i didn’t get all the details – i was just assisting – but from what i was hearing, a couple was trying to use devil’s snare to liven up their sex life, but didn’t keep their wands nearby to cast any light spells,” genie sipped at tthe mead she had been given, “so it completely enveloped them for a bit i guess, and by the time they were smart enough to stay still long enough to be freed from it, they were both injured.”

“No way,” The girl let out a laugh as she listened to Genie’s words. Honestly, she had to admit that using devil’s snare was an interesting idea but them forgetting their wands was probably the dumbest thing ever. “I wonder how long they had to stay like that, and who found them?” The thought of all that made the barmaid laugh louder. She loved hearing stories about other people embarrassing themselves. She took a sip of her drink before she shook her head. “I could never be a healer. I’d laugh if they explained to me what happened.”

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dlaneys:

“           am i            ?           ”           delaney questions with a warm smile upon her face,            a finger rapidly tucking a strand behind her studded ear.          “          to be honest          …          if it wasn’t because of my sudden stop at honeydukes i would have been a lot more earlier.           ”          she muses this while walking past the woman,         steps slow and gentle as they come into a halt to wait for antoinette.          “          i have a headache and i just want to spoil myself with sweets and drinks.           ”

Dolohov let out a small laugh, “Sudden stop?” She asked before she closed the door behind Delaney and walked over to stand behind the bar. “Firewhiskey is the perfect cure for a headache.” The barmaid joked. It was more of a temporary solution. She’d definitely feel the headache tomorrow. “Is there a reason why you’ve a headache?” Dolohov asked as she poured the girl and herself a glass of firewhiskey. She placed one glass in front of Delaney while she took a sip out of her own.

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clarabaes:

       it’d been a long day,       but that was something today had in common with yesterday       …       and the day before that       …       and the day before       that.       but life kept moving forward,       so instead of getting lost in all of the work she had to do before she graduated,       claramae managed to do the same.       she carried herself with ballet posture as she walked alongside a younger year from her house,       as if she were scared professor mcgonagall would jump out from around the corner       –       and it was possible,       considering many a hogwarts resident was wandering around hogsmeade village at this time.       “       just remember,       ”       she continued,       her posh lilt hushed as she beamed at antoinette.       she hung up her cardigan with a wave of her wand.       “       …       you should only use stupefy as a last ditch effort.       i taught you that in good conscience as your prefect.       don’t disappoint me and become the bully when the gryffindors come trotting back       –       it’s for defense,       and defense        only.       ”       and perhaps a good chuckle,       if the lion truly deserved it       –       and they did in this particular case.       slytherins had a bad rep,       it was true;       but gryffindors were often more callous with how they harassed the younger years for being proud of their house colors.       the worst part was that they got away with it too.       chivalry really was dead.       claramae approached the bar,       her previous smile still present.       as things changed,       it was nice when senses of familiarity struck       –       and antoinette had been here for as long as she could remember.       “       one butterbeer for the younger one       –       and a knotgrass mead for me,       if you please.       ”       she pulled out her galleon pouch,       and was only half surprised when a magically produced picture from easter surfaced instead of the needed currency.       it was her mum,       minister bagnold,       her father,       brother,       her fiance monty,       and a smattering of different relatives from both her maternal and paternal side.       “       have you seen him       ?       ”       she asked,       motioning at the blond’s face.       “       he was supposed to meet me here       …       ”

Dolohov nodded at Claramae’s words before she grabbed a bottle of knotgrass mead for the girl and a butterbeer for the younger student. She placed it on the bar in front of the students before she looked at the picture the girl took out. Dolohov recognised some of the people on the picture, especially Minister Bagnold. It was a name that often came up in family discussions. Her eyes focused on the blonde’s face for a moment before she shook her head, “No, I’m sorry, darling. I haven’t seen him, but I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” The barmaid gave the younger girl a small smile, “This one is on me.” She offered before she turned her attention to the younger student who was with Claramae. “You know, I’ve used a lot of langlock’s in my days,” Honestly, she didn’t mean to overhear the conversation, but it happened. “Just point your wand at someone and clearly say Langlock. That’s all,” She had her fair share of fights during her Hogwarts days, and she was happy to help anyone out who needed a little help. “It shuts them up,”

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dreamcfgenie:

     genie laughed a full, melodic laugh, “no no, that wasn’t me that told you, must’ve been one of my colleagues – but you’d be surprised how often that is the reason for people’s hospital visits. i’m all for having a good time with your partner, but you’d think they’d consider the consequences of some of this shit.” she shook her head in disbelief, remembering some of the cases she had seen over the years. 

Dolohov’s curiosity piqued when Genie mentioned that it happened more than once.“Tell me, Genie!” the barmaid exclaimed in excitement as she wanted to hear all those stories. “I’m all about experimenting, but I’ve to agree that you’d have to consider the consequences.” the barmaid shared as she grabbed two Knotgrass Mead for the younger woman and one for her. It was probably something she shouldn’t be saying, but Dolohov had no shame. She gave one bottle to the girl before she sat down next to her. “Okay, so, tell me.”

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jinxics:

“oh hey.” jinx greets in response with a smile of her own, she hadn’t even realized that she’d been early here she thought she was late. “i’m sorry i hope that’s alright that i’m early and all, if it’s not i can always come back later. i don’t want to be a pain, y’know?” the redhead gives an apologetic smile at this. “but thank you, it’s nice to see you as well.”

“No, no, please come in! We’re open, but I didn’t expect to see you so early,” Dolohov explained, flashing a smile at the younger girl. “What would you like to drink, darling? The first one is on me.”

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*eats you out as a friend*

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dreamcfgenie:

     genie gave anotinette a smile as she sat at the bar. the two witches had been many years apart whilst in hogwarts, but since genie had graduated she had been visiting the three broomsticks nearly every week. “yeah, thought i’d come in early since i can’t stay as long today. good to see you too, dolohov, how’ve you been? any good stories since the last time i was here?”

Dolohov listened to the girl before nodding, “Didn’t you read the newspaper? Apparently, The Three Broomsticks runs an illegal shop. We sell dragon eggs,” The barmaid glared at Frank for a moment before bursting out into laughter. “I’ve a lot of stories about drunk wizards. What about you? Any weird ‘accidents’? Was it you who told me about that couple experimenting or maybe it was a colleague of yours, but merlin that was hilarious.”