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Firebolt Pizzeria (Diagon Alley)

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Welcome to Firebolt Pizzeria! Come up and make your own pizza or order one of our specialities! Feel free to stay and eat or take it home. Unlike the other two locations, this one is quiet and full of interesting people. It has an interesting aura, but it doesn't ruin the delicious pizzas.

Roleplay[]

Donnie and Whitney[]

Whitneywbnew

Whitney du MontJunior Assistant to the Minister for Magic

「 Age 」
23 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Junior Assistant to MoM
「 Relationship 」
Single

After what was far too long, Whitney and Donnie had finally organised a time to have dinner. She wanted somewhere quiet - because, quite frankly, she's had enough of other people being around. Perhaps she's finally come to realise that everyone around her is superbly good at being irritating. Anyways, this place is quiet and the food isn't half bad, so she takes a table for two near the back, ordering a bottle of red wine (that she knows she won't share) for the table, waiting for dear little Donald.

Message Me • 21:08, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Donniewb2

Donnie Finch-Hattongraduated slytherin student • posh boy

「 Age 」
25
「 Species 」
wizard
「 Occupation 」
wasa worker
「 Relationship 」
unhappily married

Donnie's pretty sure the Ministry wants him dead at this point, given the amount of paperwork he's had to fill in and file over the past week, hence why he'd suggested dinner in the first place - decent food and cheap alcohol is a minor distraction, but effective enough to take his mind away from- well, from everything that's been going on. Merlin knows the list is long. And the encounter with Holly - whatever that was - hasn't exactly done much to improve his mood either. It feels like the world is about to come crashing down around his ears, the cracks in the foundation growing wider every day - and Whit has always been a pleasant and much-needed antidote to that. He shows up about five minutes after she does, spotting her and her bottle of wine a mile off and approaching the table with an expression on his face that they both know all too well. "I know my effortless charm and dazzling smile is usually enough to swindle free drinks out of this place," he sighs, sitting down and shrugging out of his jacket. "But I'm afraid that's your job tonight, Whit."

Message Me • 21:15, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Whitneywbnew

Whitney du MontJunior Assistant to the Minister for Magic

「 Age 」
23 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Junior Assistant to MoM
「 Relationship 」
Single

Oh no. She knows this Donnie. She gives him a half-smile and says, "Well, is now a bad time to tell you that I already told the waitress to put it on a tab with your name on it?" She says with a smirk, "It's okay. I gave Dick's name anyway so we'll be fine." She says, kissing him on both cheeks. "How are you darling anyway, far too long, and you look like shit, so it's either work, or a girl. Or both." She asks, topping up her glass, and deciding (against her initial judgement) to pour him one.

Message Me • 21:21, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Donniewb2

Donnie Finch-Hattongraduated slytherin student • posh boy

「 Age 」
25
「 Species 」
wizard
「 Occupation 」
wasa worker
「 Relationship 」
unhappily married

He must look like shit if Whitney's willing to share her wine, and he allows her a gentle smile as the glass fills and he leans back in his seat. Where does he even start? The girl comment feels a little barbed, if entirely accurate - "Lida's fine, yes," - and it's no secret that the job is as exhausting as ever. The lunch breaks with Chinese takeaway in her office aren't as frequent as they once were, nor are the pub nights with Dick and Riv and Holly- fuck's sake, even thinking about her puts a lump in his throat. Whatever. It gets nicely washed away with a sip of wine. "When is work not making me look like shit? Even this face isn't invincible, as much as it pains me. And my father's condition is worsening by the minute, so- not exactly doing cartwheels right now." His grin is tight, and doesn't reach his eyes, but he doesn't want to ruin their evening by bringing the mood down so violently; tonight's meant to be an escape from all that, and hopefully end with moderate intoxication and Dick footing the bill. "What about you? Any gossip to tell me from your side of the office?"

Message Me • 21:29, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Whitneywbnew

Whitney du MontJunior Assistant to the Minister for Magic

「 Age 」
23 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Junior Assistant to MoM
「 Relationship 」
Single

Oh yeah. Lida. I forgot about her. She places a hand on Donnie's. "I'm sorry to hear that about your dad." She knows he knows that she's always here for him, so she doesn't feel the need to dwell on it. "Well, nothing, really. I push paper, and I sharpen pencils, and I say thank you for the opportunity." She scoffs, taking a sip. "Although, I do feel I enjoy it more when I know you and I will drink wine together at the end of the day." She grins. "And you?" She asks, still not convinced he's being entirely honest. "What's been happening with you?"

Message Me • 21:35, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Donniewb2

Donnie Finch-Hattongraduated slytherin student • posh boy

「 Age 」
25
「 Species 」
wizard
「 Occupation 」
wasa worker
「 Relationship 」
unhappily married

His hand turns to squeeze hers, a grateful little smile crossing his face because even though pretty much everything else has been taken from him at this point, his friends aren't going anywhere. It's probably the only comforting thought Donnie is capable of having at the moment. "I don't understand why you don't aim higher. Assistant to the Minister looks good on a nameplate, but you are more than qualified to be running a whole department by now." If anybody deserves to be climbing the ranks, it's Whitney. Donnie might be languishing in the mediocre depths of the WASA department but at least he enjoys it. No, that's not true, he doesn't particularly enjoy it, but it's in the realm of space and astrology and since WizCo is out of the question (for a variety of reasons), there are several worse places he could have found himself in. "I'm- same old, same old, really. The merger feels dead in the water now, we've clashed with WizCo over some rights complications and nobody seems to be backing down. I had to go and see Cedrica, actually-" He pauses for a second, thinking of Holly and the locked office, before shaking his head. "Merlin, she's stubborn."

Message Me • 21:42, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Whitneywbnew

Whitney du MontJunior Assistant to the Minister for Magic

「 Age 」
23 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Junior Assistant to MoM
「 Relationship 」
Single

She takes a sip, "No one's going to vote for a snippy upstart 25-year-old." She says waving the notion away. Perhaps one day, but not today. "Wait but I thought the merger was going well? I thought Holly was helping you out with it as your WizCo contact?" she asks, clearly confused. "Also of course Cedrica would be, have you seen the things that the press wrote about her? She has every right to be. I think she's an icon."

Message Me • 21:55, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Donniewb2

Donnie Finch-Hattongraduated slytherin student • posh boy

「 Age 」
25
「 Species 」
wizard
「 Occupation 」
wasa worker
「 Relationship 」
unhappily married

Ah yes, the infamous story of Cedrica and Clarence's affair plastered all over social media; it had been impossible to miss, and too ironic for Donnie to not laugh at whenever he saw it on his newsfeed. Seems like WizCo is cursed when it comes to its employees and infidelity. "You know what Holly's like," he says, waving a dismissive hand because that's the go-to now - any mention of Holly gets brushed aside like it's unnecessary, unimportant. Whether that's placating the suspicion or fuelling it is another story. To be honest, Donnie isn't sure if he even cares any more. "As soon as she gets invested in her own work, the whole world falls away. I don't blame her - with her brains, she could be running the place in a few years." Or at least as close to the top as Cedrica and Clarence would allow. The wine in his glass is nice, sure, but it doesn't feel like enough. It's been a very long and very shitty week. "I know it's barely six o'clock and we aren't in a downtown bar, but are you above ordering a round of shots?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow with a smirk.

Message Me • 22:02, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Whitneywbnew

Whitney du MontJunior Assistant to the Minister for Magic

「 Age 」
23 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Junior Assistant to MoM
「 Relationship 」
Single

Even for Donnie, this behaviour is weird. It's almost like he's hit a new low. "I'm going to end up carrying you home tonight, aren't I, Donnie boy?" She asks, as she beckons a waiter over, ordering a round of firewhiskey shots for them. "Now tell me, what's really going on? No more of this tiptoeing around, Donnie. What's happening?"

Message Me • 22:08, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Donniewb2

Donnie Finch-Hattongraduated slytherin student • posh boy

「 Age 」
25
「 Species 」
wizard
「 Occupation 」
wasa worker
「 Relationship 」
unhappily married

Luckily the shots arrive before he can answer, taking his glass and tossing it back with the enthusiasm of somebody who's looking to get hammered before nightfall. They haven't even ordered dinner yet, and the likelihood of them ever getting around to that diminishes as Donnie orders another round. "Whit, when have I ever lied to you?" he grins, placing his hand on hers and batting his eyelashes; his charm has gotten him out of numerous situations in the past, though years of friendship has probably made Whit immune to that tactic. "It really is just that - everything at once." He neglects to mention the obvious, of course, but that hardly matters now, right? They're over. That conclusion seemed to naturally reach itself and now- well, now they both just have to get on with their lives. If the scandal with Cedrica and Clarence proved anything, it's that secrets eventually reach the surface, regardless of how long it takes. "I'm just some posh twat with an attitude problem, I'm not equipped for actually dealing with things heathily. You know this."

Message Me • 22:16, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Whitneywbnew

Whitney du MontJunior Assistant to the Minister for Magic

「 Age 」
23 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Junior Assistant to MoM
「 Relationship 」
Single

She drinks hers, feeling the warmth from the alcohol travel from her mouth to her throat, before swallowing it. "Yes, you are." She says with a laugh, "but that's why I'm here. To help you get through it. And not be a mess." She chuckles. "Because you're not on your own, Donnie."

Message Me • 22:23, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Donniewb2

Donnie Finch-Hattongraduated slytherin student • posh boy

「 Age 」
25
「 Species 」
wizard
「 Occupation 」
wasa worker
「 Relationship 」
unhappily married

The second shot goes down easier than the first - emotional distress and an empty stomach can only encourage the state of drunkenness he's so shamelessly chasing - and it brings out a genuine smile at Whit's words as he places the glass back on the table. "I know that! You guys don't leave me alone, of course you're there for me." It's a joke, of course, but the sentiment is there; that brief period of silence between them had been the loneliest few years of Donnie's life, and as many of his own decisions he regrets, reaching out and reconnecting with everybody certainly isn't one of them. Even Holly. Especially Holly. "You lot don't let me get away with a thing."

Message Me • 22:30, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Whitneywbnew

Whitney du MontJunior Assistant to the Minister for Magic

「 Age 」
23 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Junior Assistant to MoM
「 Relationship 」
Single

She follows suit, "Rightly so!" She giggles, getting a little giddy, as she often does when drinking, and chases the shot with a sip of wine. "Now, you know I won't let you get away with this either." She says, pointing the glass at him, perhaps eating would have been helpful.

Message Me • 22:35, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Donniewb2

Donnie Finch-Hattongraduated slytherin student • posh boy

「 Age 」
25
「 Species 」
wizard
「 Occupation 」
wasa worker
「 Relationship 」
unhappily married

Mixing wine and whiskey probably isn't the smartest idea either of them have ever had - the hangovers tomorrow are going to be interesting - but that's the last thing on Donnie's mind right now as he necks his third shot, eventually beckoning the waiter over and having them leave the bottle. Thank Merlin he saw a hotel on the ride up here. "Oh please, you can hold your drink better than any of us. I've always been jealous of that, ever since we were kids. Every time we went out drinking, I'd be paralytic on the floor somewhere and you'd be fine - upright, talking in complete sentences. Teach me your ways sometimes, please." Getting hammered with this much on his mind isn't a smart idea either, but Donnie's past caring about that. He's - well, he's past caring about a lot of things right now. His father is close to dying and he's stuck in a glass box of work and marriage and all the things he likes to complain about. The others are probably tired of hearing him complain.

Message Me • 22:41, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Whitneywbnew

Whitney du MontJunior Assistant to the Minister for Magic

「 Age 」
23 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Junior Assistant to MoM
「 Relationship 」
Single

She laughs, "I'm a South London girl." She says, "And before that, I was a 16th Arrondissement girl." She checks her nails. "Drinking and not falling over is in my blood." She says wistfully, remembering her gorgeous life in the seizième before being moved to Southwark. "So unfortunately, I cannot teach you my ways. You were never on my level in Paris, and you're too high for my level in London." She says with a smirk. "But you could start with maybe eating before you drink everything." She says with a laugh, ordering two large pizzas. "I'm doing this for you." She grins. She sighs, a little out of worry for little Donnie, who in many ways has always been the younger brother she absolutely fucking never wanted. All she wants is for him to be happy, and he's so clearly not, at this point. But she knows her place, and she knows not to push him, especially if he's not ready to talk.

Message Me • 22:55, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Donniewb2

Donnie Finch-Hattongraduated slytherin student • posh boy

「 Age 」
25
「 Species 」
wizard
「 Occupation 」
wasa worker
「 Relationship 」
unhappily married

It'll be interesting to see whether Donnie manages to eat anything or not - he's been in a state of perpetual nausea for the past several weeks. Or, ever since his father dropped the bomb that he's dying, and the initial kick of relief that Donnie had felt, instantly followed up by horrible guilt at that being his instinctive reaction. Who the fuck feels relieved at the news that their parent is terminally ill? But it had felt like- like puppet strings being cut. Ugh. Another shot to numb that thought. "It is quite funny, isn't it? The bunch of us, all the rich kids that met in school and now- look at us. All successful, all comfortable. It feels almost too good to be true." He knows he's rambling, the alcohol having its premature effect. That's something else he's always loved at Whit: she doesn't ramble, and she doesn't take shit. She's probably the sharpest one out of all of them.

Message Me • 23:06, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Whitneywbnew

Whitney du MontJunior Assistant to the Minister for Magic

「 Age 」
23 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Junior Assistant to MoM
「 Relationship 」
Single

She considers this, taking a sup. "Are we comfortable?" She asks, "I mean. Let's be honest, we hate our jobs, really." She says opening her mouth to speak, but then stopping. "Well, maybe you don't." She says, her mind trailing. She shrugs, "I guess there's just a lot more to things than what we think."

Message Me • 23:29, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

Donniewb2

Donnie Finch-Hattongraduated slytherin student • posh boy

「 Age 」
25
「 Species 」
wizard
「 Occupation 」
wasa worker
「 Relationship 」
unhappily married

The remark earns her a sharp laugh from Donnie, mouth closed around the lip of the wine glass before he sets it aside. It's true, they do all hate their jobs: well, Riv's probably happy at the Prophet and Holly belongs in a science lab, but the rest of them aren't exactly thriving in their current environments. "I hate the reality of my job," he says, trying to choose his words carefully. "I'm glad it's involved in the space program. Anything else and I really would be bored to tears. But it's not WizCo, y'know? I got landed with the admin rather than the mechanics. I'd love to have worked at WizCo, I really would, but-" He coughs a little to clear his throat, then puts on a voice that sounds so identical to his father that it's as if he were in the room. "- it's not a proper job."

Message Me • 23:40, 31 January 2021 (UTC)

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