O Brother, Where Art Thou?

Meg was in a productively good mood today, for a number of reasons. Ever since her discovery that not one, not two, but three werewolves were working with her at the Three Broomsticks, Meg felt a sort of fierce protectiveness over the place. She always felt protective over the pub itself - it was her home away from home - but now she had its people to care about, too. Honestly, it was awesome. Nothing bad had actually happened yet besides some threatening letters, but Meg felt quite the little rebel - how could she not be in a good mood?

Her personal life played into said mood too, of course. Theo was a free man; which meant their home no longer served as a prison. Theo's moods tended to take over entire environments. When he was upset or down or angry - all three common in the past months - the house was dark and stifling. Meg loved her home dearly, but during those months, she couldn't get away often enough. Now, Theo was the one always away. In fact, she hadn't seen her brother in several days. She had just a little niggling of worry over this - it wasn't like him to just disappear entirely, despite their differences the family was still pretty close - but to be perfectly honest, the light and warmth that returned to her home in his absence entirely faded that worry into the background.

Thus, good mood in full force, Meg was making the most of her workday. She had all sorts of responsibilities at the bar, not the least of which included making sure the handsome man in the corner booth received excellent service. For the tips, of course. Meg was in the midst of refreshing his drink without his having to ask (excellent, I say) when a sudden tickling sensation caused her to burst into giggles. She whirled around and had to crane her neck up a bit to catch sight of her eldest brother.

Where Theo drew all sorts of facial expressions from her on a regular basis, Jon always brought a smile to her face. Her eldest brother was quite a bit older than her, and she had always looked up to him - figuratively, and literally. He was even bigger than Theo. Not too big for little sister hugs, though! "Hiya!" She wrapped Jon in one of these hugs now, then taking his hand and tugging him away from the booth to the bar before any brotherly questions could be asked. She slid onto one of the stools. "What's up?"

Munchkin. They built up all sorts of little nicknames for each other over the years, and they always made Meg feel warm and happy (well, the nice ones, anyway). She was so blessed with such great big brothers (yes, both of them) and the best dad ever that every little thing made her feel grateful. She saw crumbled and crumbling families in her line of work all the time and it just broke her heart. She knew the relationships she had with her family were something special and something to be treasured at every little given moment, like squeezing her eldest brother just a little tighter as they made their way to the bar together.

"Oh my, am I really your favorite?" Meg gasped in mock shock, throwing her hands over her grinning mouth. "Absolutely no reason at all. Because don't tell Theo, but...," she would leave that one hanging, giggling and winking at her brother before reaching up to ruffle at his hair too. She loved them both, no worries. "Speaking of, have you seen the old Grumpy Pants around? Haven't talked to him in a couple days." Again, not like she could really blame Theo for wanting to disappear for a bit.

She couldn't blame her other brother for any of his reasoning, either. She nodded sagely at his answer, understanding exactly what he meant. She was just about to ask him if wanted a drink but he, of course, beat her to it. "Don't judge me," she stuck her tongue out at him. Meg loved all the pumpkin flavored things. "Yes, we have the 'good' stuff. Your favorite should be sitting riiiight...there." Meg laid out the mental map of the underside of the bar in her head, pointing her finger to a spot just a little to Jon's right. "Grab me one too, please." He had longer arms, after all. He could reach without her having to get up, surely.