new adventures unfold

[OOC: I wasn't sure how this worked so I just started a new thread.]

After a lot of thought, Zoë finally applied for a part time job. Her mother had told her time after time that she didn't need one and that they would send her all the money she needed. That might be good on one hand but on the other it isn't. Especially with her father breathing down her neck day after day. It was just annoying. So, not to be in debt to her father, Zoë went out and got herself a job. Nervous as she was, she headed into Hogsmeade toward her new job.

Arriving at the Leaky Cauldron a good twenty minutes before her shift started, Zoë looked around the outside of the bar. Trying to get a good feel of the place. Times were difficult to say the least, but that was ok. After a few deep breaths, she finally stepped inside. The bar was dark at first. It took a few moments before her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the bar. After a big of blindness, Zoë made her way toward the bar.

"Umm, Hi. My name is Zoë Mochrie and I'm suppose to start today. As a waitress." She said playing with part of her bracelet.

Andrew walked into the Leaky Cauldron feeling tired. Quidditch Practice had worn him out. He walked over to the bar, trying to avoid a few drunken customers, and hopped over the bar to get his Les Paul guitar for his shift. He grabbed the guitar case and hopped over the bar again, when he saw someone new. She didn't look like one of the regular drunken customers, so that was a start. She must've been that new waitress that he heard about. He set his guitar down onto a table and walked over to the new person. "Hi," he said with a smile "are you the new waitress?"

Standing there looking around. Zoë let the sights and sounds sink in. It wasn't super crowded yet. Hopefully that was a good sign. The last thing she needed was a packed house and her completely lost. This would be her first job and she had no clue what to do. Standing waiting for the person she introduced herself to, to come back, Zoë saw a boy walk up and hop over the counter. She couldn't help but smile as she watched the boy. "Yea I'm new. Hi I'm Zoë." She said the the boy.

"Andrew," he said extending his right hand "Welcome aboard. My only advise is to watch out for the drunks. They tend to throw things." He spoke the truth as most of the time, he spent having to dodge bottles, until either he knocked them out, or Jess would 'escort them out'. He looked over by his guitar again and was glad that it wasn't stolen. Some guy had tried to run out with it a few days ago and he had to chase him down. Man the the place was crazy.

Shyly, Zoë took the boy's extended hand. "Nice to meet you Andrew. Do you work here too?" She let his warning play over and over in her head. This was going to be something. Hopefully her attitude didn't get her into trouble. "Thanks for the warning. I will have to remember that." She looked back out across the bar. A few people scattered here and there seemed to stare for a few minutes but when she met their gaze they quickly looked away.

"Yeah I work here as the guitarist," he said and then shurgged "may not be the best job in the world, but it pays." He looked over his shoulder to see what Zoe had been looking at, and saw nothing. "Well don't worry, a lot of people are nice here as well. Just depends on who you give the firewhiskey too." he smiled

Turning quickly back to Andrew, Zoë realized she had did it again. Zoning out was a gift of hers. It was almost as if her entire brain just shut down on her. Shaking her head, Zoë tried to regain a little of her dignitary. "Your a musician. I love music. I dibble a little in it but trust me when I say, I am no good. You know the kind of music. Sing and dance in your room alone type of music." She started blushing when she realized she had actually admitted that. "I will keep that in mind. Thanks."

Andrew chuckled as she brought up the type of music. "Yeah I know the type of music," he said smiling. He looked back over to his guitar and was a little shocked no one had tried to take it. A lot of people would most likely take it and then run off with it so they can sell it for some firewhiskey or something. "So," he said calmly "I haven't seen you around school. Where year are you?"

Zoë stood there fidgeting with her bracelet again. She did that a lot when she was nervous. She couldn't help but noticed the boy seemed to be looking at his guitar. Almost as if it was suppose to do something. She wasn't going to remark on it just thought it was a little odd. Quickly he pushed forward with question. "OH I've been around. I get that a lot." Zoë said and the truth was she did. She got it a lot more often than she realized. "I'm a 6th year Hufflepuff. I try to stay to myself a lot. Its a lot safer that way."

A 6th year? Once again, Andrew was baffled at the fact that he had not know all the students in his class. He shook off the thought and then said "Well not everyone is bad. Including me." He heard someone shout in a drunken slur and then followed by a chrous of his friends. Sounds like they were trying to tell a joke and it was 'good'. "God I hate those guys," he said putting his palms to his face "they're regulars here."