digging for a way, you cast a spell

If someone had told a teenaged Hannah Abbott that she would be in a serious and committed relationship with the proprietor of an adult toy shop one day, she might have laughed or blushed furiously and waved them away. If someone had told her that the proprietor of said adult toy shop was a Greengrass, she might have had a slight heart attack.

Yet, here she was curled up in bed with Astoria, bodies tangled as if they were drawn to each other and fitting in a way that felt so natural it was hard to imagine anything different. It was after midnight, both of them in and out of sleep after respective long days. It was hard to find quiet time with one another lately, businesses taking precedent with one issue or another.

But it was in these moments that she was the happiest, when the lights were out and the sky was dark and there wasn't an obligation to anyone else- just to each other, here together.

Hannah turned on her side, her hand moving toward Astoria's shoulder, fingers playing with the hair splayed against her skin.

"You asleep?" she asked, voice soft.

Fridays weren't much of an excitement when you worked in place that housed one of the most popular bars in wizarding London. There wasn't an upcoming two-day lull to look forward to and there certainly wasn't any sleeping in on Saturday mornings when the Inn was typically at its most busy - early check-ins and room cleanings to be supervised, scrambling guests and shuffling them around with directions throughout Diagon Alley. But- it was better to be swamped, over-worked and exhausted than out of a job.

And as Hannah pushed the maid service cart down the hallway, she had to remind herself of that.

Tilda, the resident Friday maid, had come down with a case of the boils (what kind, Hannah didn't ask). And while typically, she'd call up the night maid, switch around a few shifts and get it figured out, Hannah took to the task herself.

Which she was absolutely regretting as she ducked inside the last room on the sixth floor.

Whatever had gone on inside- Hannah wasn't sure she wanted to know- such was her usual train of thought when it came to the odder effects of running the Leaky Cauldron. But then, she had never come across a pair of handcuffs when she was pulling the linens back. That was certainly... new.

But she didn't ask questions, just stuffed them into the pocket of her jumper and made her way back into the dimly lit hallway- which is where she all but knocked over a small, petite figure-

"Oh- oh- I am so sorry-"

The bar was quiet.

Mondays were always wishy-washy, the crowds coming in for lunch but teetering out after two o'clock where the lulls lasted until dinner time. The beginning of the week was always slow. Still, it was unreasonably silent when Hannah realized she hadn't seen Susan all morning. Her best friend's usually boisterous voice filling the emptiness as she chummed it up with the regulars.

Hannah had been in the back office going over pay roll, digging through old time sheets as she tallied everything up when she noticed Susan hadn't come by once.

Usually, she was a welcome distraction to the numbers game Hannah played.

So, after a quick run-through of the Leaky, Hannah pulled off her apron and made her way back up to their flat, a typically furrowed brow as she reached the door, pushing it open with a peek.

"Bones?" she called out, the flat hitting her with quiet.

"Susie?"

It wasn't until she saw the cracked open door of Susan's bedroom did she relax a bit.

"You alright?" she asked, spotting her.

[Hannah Antonia Mendez Abbott]

hannah abbott

"Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go."

full name: Hannah Antonia Mendez Abbott goes by: Hannah, Ant (by her father only) gender: female age: 28 birthdate: March 31st blood: Halfblood occupation: Inn Keeper, Owner, Bartender of The Leaky Cauldron relations: Astoria Greengrass parents: Henry, 45 and Cintia, deceased siblings: none other: aunt: Nadalia Mendez-Summerby, cousins: Noah Summerby, 26 and Danielle Morela, 29 wand: alder, 11 inches, dragon heart-string pet: Bernardo, an old english sheepdog patronus: a dove boggart: a bat former house: Hufflepuff, '98 '99 since graduation: Hannah missed an awful lot of school following the murder of her mother, her father snatching her from Hogwarts before she could even properly start her sixth year. So, when she returned for her seventh, incredibly behind on all her studies and hardly learning a thing with the Carrows running the school while Snape leered over them, Hannah knew that if she had survived, she'd return to finish. But that was a decision that cost her quite a lot, namely her relationship with her father. Things had grown tense from the minute Cintia disappeared from their lives, so many questions unanswered, so many haunting 'what ifs' floating through both of their minds, it was as if their whole connection had somehow severed. And Hogwarts was a glaring reminder of what happened, the half-destroyed castle a symbol of the war now. But she had made up her mind, her father be damned. He could sit with his liquor and continue to let his life halt while Hannah tried to give herself something to look forward to. There had been so much loss- her mother, Ernie, Susan's Aunt Amelia- a woman who'd had just as much a role in Hannah's raising as her own parents- there was so much that had fallen from Hannah's grasp. She had to push through it. She finished with strong marks, determined ones, anything to tell Hannah that this was the right decision. But it was as if the moment her scores came through, any power she had in her to push forward had ceased. With her relationship with her father all but gone and Ernie, the only boy she'd ever loved, taken from her, Hannah was stuck wallowing in the memory of her mother, obsessing over the details of her death. The Leaky Cauldron fell into her lap. Tom, a long-distant relative of her fathers, a connection she never quite understood, had given Hannah and Susan the top room in the inn and both of them a job behind the bar. It wasn't until Tom was teaching her the books that he explained what the purpose of it all was. But she took it desperately, anything to distract her from what her life had become. And that was where she was now- the inn keeper at The Leaky Cauldron, the owner of The Leaky Cauldron and the bartender from Wednesday to Saturday night. But it was enough to keep her from losing focus, enough to busy her so that the news clippings, the obituaries and interviews surrounding her mother's death would lay forgotten in her desk drawer. At least, for a time. first impression: Hannah reads much more friendly than she really is, though its not for lack of trying. personality: She's nervous and timid and quite honestly better left alone half the time. Growing up with a mother full of secrets and a father who lacked the emotional capacity to fill in the blanks left Hannah unsure of how to express herself, unaware of what it felt like to really open up and that can read as aloof more often than she'd like. She did care and a great deal, at that. But she felt held back, as if she was unable to really admit what it was pulling at her skin, tugging at her stomach. But the right people pushed through, at least the ones she had really learned to lean on- and she did, lean on them. Needing them more than ever once her family fell apart in the blink of an eye. But she was loyal to them, non-judging, accepting of whatever it was they were if only to keep them in her life a little bit longer. She had terrible abandonment issues, resentment clinging to every inch of her - her mother, her father, Ernie, all of them leaving her in one way or another. But her friends helped. They did. Susan always managed to bring out a side of Hannah that reminded her of what she was like when she was younger. And Noah- her cousin couldn't have been more understanding, more trusting. And Megan- Merlin, having a therapist as a best friend could be damn near exhausting but every once in a while a little bit of something broke through in Hannah and she could credit that to Megan. height: 5'2" weight: 125lbs eyes: hazel hair: brown build: petite, curvy defining marks: a slight curve in her nose from where it broke as a child dress style: Comfortable, casual- anything easy enough to wear behind a bar for hours on end. She tends to lean toward a more androgynous style, preferring jeans to dresses and sweaters to blouses. She can clean up decently enough, when she puts in the effort. Still, a rip in her jeans or not, she does tend to keep a meticulous face of make-up with light eye-liner and mascara for the day to day. player: daria played-by: jessica parker kennedy

Hannah Abbott is a creation for hl_lives. I am not Jessica Parker Kennedy or JK Rowling.

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