->Samwise & Sirius Interactions<- - Blog Posts
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Having any job kept a person on their toes, but owning a business? Sirius could only imagine how much time that would take up. Keeping busy sounded like an understatement. “Bet you don’t get much time to breathe. I’d say you’ve earned a drink for sure. More likely, you earn one every day for doing everything you have to do.”
Nodding, he went to pour the ale, listening to the customer describe his job. The plant shop? Now Sirius was really impressed. He would probably fall asleep if he was in charge of a place full of plants. Though the uncommon plants part sounded interesting. “I’m guessing you like plants, then? Can’t say they’re high on my list, sorry to say. I got good marks in Herbology, but I think I’d end up killing a plant if I really had to take care of one. Though maybe not if it was an…uncommon one.”
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It was with a little laugh that Samwise shook his head ‘no.’ He was constantly busy. There was always something the matter with one thing or another, and it always seemed the moment one thing was taken care of, another cropped its head up to take its place.
“I do like plants, yeah. I wouldn’t be breakin’ my back for the place if I didn't, I suppose. It is a challenging hobby, so I can understand your troubles with it. Certainly takes a lot of patience, which is a gift I’m grateful to have,” Sam took the mug handed to him, glad to have something to do with his hands. He took a sip before continuing on, “It's not hard for me, though. Been doing it my whole life, so it's second nature to me now.”
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Hearing what people did around the town was interesting, and one of the parts he liked best about working at the pub. Not that Sirius was unfamiliar with Muggle jobs, but it was always a refreshing change to hear about people being truck drivers or salespeople as opposed to aurors or Quidditch players. But clearly one thing that did not change was that work could be hard no matter what job you did.
“Oh, sorry to hear that. Good on you for owing a business, because I know I couldn’t do that. Too much responsibility.” Considering Sirius had been avoiding responsibility for much of his life, he did not think he would be cut out to be in charge of a business. “What kind of business do you own? And what can I get you to drink? You can tell me about the former while I get the latter.”
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The barkeep was friendly, which was a relief. Sam didn't know if he could stand another bump in the road today. The last thing he wanted at this point was unpleasantness. His smile went a little less tired, and a little more genuine. he shrugged nonchalantly, “Aye, thanks. It certainly keeps me busy.”
“I’ll have your best ale on tap, whatever it may be,” he replied, without needing to think about it. “I run the Dwarven Nursery on Llwyn Tylwyth Teg. I sell houseplants, plants for the garden, things to be used for medicinal purposes, and the like. I also work to make sure people around here can have access to more, erm, uncommon plants, if you take my meaning, sir.”
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Watching the people in a bar told you a lot about them. Sirius certainly was not nosy, but he liked to converse, and people tended to get chattier the more drinks they had. So he had already heard plenty of stories in his time at the White Rabbit. Which was nice; he liked that people felt they could talk to him, just like he had always been able to talk to his friends. That had helped him a lot, so if he could help others by letting them unload their burdens, he was more than fine with that.
The guy who had just sat down seemed like he had had a day. Even his smile was tired. “Evening. Hope you don’t mind me saying, but you look like you could use a pick-me-up,” Sirius said, leaning his elbow on the bar. “Rough day?”
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Differences of people between Earth and Middle Earth were numerous, and sometimes they disturbed Sam greatly. There were a few things which remained the same, though. People could be kind, or they could be rude. Life could be exciting, or it could be exceedingly boring. You go to work, then you went home, and you repeated the motions over and over. One thing Sam was still glad to see was that pubs still filled up when the work day let out.
It was what brought him there, after all, the small part of him that was still holding on to that routine. “I could. Its been a bit of a “day from hell” as people round these parts say. Owning a business can be fun, ‘cept the days when its not.”
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Don’t get him wrong, Samwise loved his job. There were few things that he could think of that would suit him better. The satisfaction of creating something great and lively from a tiny seed was immense. It brought him back to better times— back to the days of curiously watching his father work on the kitchen table when he was a lad.
Of course, there were some days where his job was exhausting. Whether it be from problem customers, or a ruined tray of products, or an experiment ending in failure (as it had been today).
So, Sam did what he always did when he had a long day; he went to the local pub. The White Rabbit was a nice place to unwind. It was no Green Dragon, or even Golden Perch, but it was the closest he would be able to get. Making his way up to the bar, he sat down with a sigh. With a tired smile, he met the eyes of the nearest bartender, “Evening to you.”