Eileen was nothing if not quick on her feet. She had a little series of crates behind the bar that she could hop up and down from to reach what she needed to and she had gotten pretty good at the summoning charm as well. She had been fortunate enough to at least have her OWLs, which helped immensely, even if she didn't use magic as often as she thought she would.

She was pouring some pints when she heard the unmistakable sound of an exuberant Kieran hooting and hollering as he walked through the door. She served the ale and hopped between crates, wiping down the bar top with a rag near where he approached. "Nách mór an diabhal thú*, what are you going on about?" Wasn't the election all said and done? Who was voting on what now?