"Allie!"
Oh no, not now.
He walked straight up to the bar, ignoring George as he placed his hands flat down against the surface, looking at me while I made a drink for a costumer.
"We need to speak."
"Hi Timothy." I smiled. "What can I help you with? A brandy? Perhaps some dragon scale?"
"Listen... I'm sorry about—"
"A Sherry?" I cut him off. "No? Well then get away from the bar. You're hogging a seat."
He looked at me but didn't move. I put the lid on the shaker before picking it up to shake the drink.
"Allie, please." Timothy begged. "I know this isn't an excuse, but I wanted to get back at you for still loving this dipshit."
He gestured towards George who simply raised his eyes, shook his head with a small scoff as he looked down at the glass of firewhisky I had gotten him.
"And I realise that was stupid." Timothy continued while I took the lid off the shaker, putting ice in a glass before pouring the drink into it. "I regret it and—"
"You regret it?" I asked, glancing at him before I walked to the other end of the bar, smiling at the costumer as I gave him his drink.
Then I walked back to the middle where George and Timothy were.
"You slept with another girl." I said, placing my hands on the bar to lean against it while I looked at Timothy. "The same girl my brother dated for a short moment in his last year but that's besides the point—"
"As I said; I wanted to get back at you... but I realise now I should've just told you how it made me feel." He said. "I've liked you for years and you have absolutely no idea what it feels like to be in love with someone who wants someone else."
I hummed and pulled out my nice from under the bar, stabbing the wood of it, right next to Timothy's hand.
"Are you trying to guilt trip me, Timmy?" I asked. "Because it's not working. No one deserves to be cheated on. I don't deserve to be cheated on."
Timothy stares at the knife without removing his hand.
"Do you like my new knife?" I asked him. "It's blue. I think it fits me much better than pink... wouldn't you agree?"
He didn't respond. He simply tapped his fingers against the bar before he stepped back, turned around and left the leaky cauldron.
"Allie!" I heard Will call as he entered at the same time. "Stop stabbing my bar!"
I rolled my head, pulling the knife out of the wood before putting it back down under the bar. Then I looked at George who was watching me with a smile.
"What?"
He shrugged.
"Nothing. I'm just happy to see that you're still keeping everyone on their toes around you." He said. "And that you still carry a knife."
I hummed softly.
"Hey, don't you have a shop to get back to?" I asked. "Hopefully you aren't letting Fred run it all by himself."
George looked at my eyes as he brought his glass up to his lips and took a sip.
"I'd much rather stay here and chat with you." He said cheekily. "I've missed you."
As he spoke, Angie approached the bar, placing the tray of dirty plates on top, her arm resting over it.
"I hope you're giving her some space, Weasley." She told him. "Girl needs her alone time before she thinks about going into a relationship. Yet alone a relationship with her ex-boyfriend."
I chuckled at her words and George simply lifted the glass again in a 'cheers' motion before downing the rest of it.
It had been a few weeks since Marco was sent to rehab. Seeing as Angie was now working here, we had gotten to know a lot which we never really got the chance for in school.
George would also come in here and order something just so he could sit at the bar and talk to me.
"I'll be on my way then." George grinned and got out of the seat while Angie winked at me before going to the kitchen with the dishes. He looked at me with a wide smile and leaned over the bar. "You look really pretty behind the bar."
I tilted my head, feeling the biggest need to kiss him, but I needed to control myself.
Angie was right. I needed some time as single before rushing back into it with George.
"I'll see you later, yeah?" I asked, bopping his nose. "Get back to your brother before he starts to wonder if I've killed you."
He hummed, grabbing the towel from my shoulder, wrapping it around the back of my neck to pull me closer.
"I wouldn't mind getting murdered if you were my murderer." He said. I couldn't help but notice how he glanced at my lips before backing up.
He saluted me, then spun around and walked out into the alley to access Diagon Alley.
"He's such a flirt, huh?" Angie approached the bar again after dropping off the dishes in the kitchen.
"Always has been." I nodded. "But do you notice anything different about him? He seems more confident."
"He took his time to heal." She told me. "I kept in touch with them after school and he was really hurting after what happened. He had to work on himself and realise that what happened wasn't on him."
I smiled, loving that he was doing better. I had healed too, but now I just needed to get over this thing with Timothy.
Though I couldn't help but feel excited about the day I felt completely ready to get back with George. I knew he was waiting patiently while flirting with me, but sometimes I'd think about all our moments together.
When he got up on the table in the great hall and announced his feelings for me in front of everyone.
Or the time where he fucked me so hard in the library that by the next morning, Marco had to carry me to the great hall.
"You're thinking about shagging him, aren't you?" Angie caught my attention. She was leaning on the bar, smiling at me like she knew exactly what was on my mind.
"Huh?"
"You're biting your lip and staring at the door he just left through." She pointed out, making me chuckle.
"Can you blame me?" I shrugged. "I dated him for eleven months and he's hot as hell."
"I can't disagree on that." She breathed, looking towards the door. "Plus... he's huge."
I raised my eyebrows as my jaw dropped, and then I started laughing while giving a small laugh.
"Right." Angie said, straightening up when she saw costumers waving her over. "I need to go take orders before they decide to complain to your brother."
"Good luck." I said, glancing at the costumers that were still waving at her to get her attention. "They're always rude as fuck when they come in."
"Seriously?" She groaned, making a face before she put on a fake smile, approaching them.
I turned to look at Will as he entered the bar to restock some of the bottles.
"Hey, when can we visit Marco?" I asked, placing a hand on my hip.
"On Saturday it's been two weeks." He told me. "Then he's allowed to have visitors."
William glanced at me.
"Why do you look so happy?" He asked with a frown. "If you're that happy after seeing him, then get back together with him."
My fave dropped.
"Oh shut up." I rolled my eyes. "We'll get back together when times right."
"Yeah?" He asked. "And when's that? We all know you want to jump him every time you see him. You're just a coward."
And the award for best big brother goes to...
"I'm a coward?" I scoffed. "You're the guy who—"
I have nothing...
William rested a hand on the bar and looked at me with raised eyebrows, his other hand resting on his hip, mimicking my posture.
"I have two reasons, right?" He held up one finger. "One; you're working here. You're working my dream because you're too scared working your own. You love staying your opinions and fighting for equality, you even wanted to open up your own newspaper in Diagon Alley, yet here you are."
"Will—"
"And two—" he held up a second finger. "...you and your ex-boyfriend keep flirting with each other and you technically act like you're back together, but you're too scared to make it official because you're scared he'll leave you again."
After looking at him for a moment, I pulled the towel off from around my neck and threw it at him, making him laugh.
"I'm taking a break." I said. "And I'm bringing my knife so that I can carve into the wall how much I hate William Silverberry."