Andrei was cleaning the glasses at the back of the bar, ready to start yet another long shit. Business seemed to be going well for the Leaky Cauldron, as ever since it had reopened it was an attraction site for an increasing number of people. Which meant a lot of work on his side as well, but he didn't mind. I didn't take him that long to get a hang of things, he was a fast learned with things that had a hands on approach such as this one. And he had no problem finding his way in the liquor cabinets either. He had learned that a long time ago and he assumed that it was just one of those oh so charming family traits that the Dolohovs seem to have an abundance of.
Receiving an order of Nettle's wine by the waitress, he quickly grabbed the bottle filled with soft blue liquid and poured it into an freshly cleaned glass. At first, Andrei was rather slow in this process of getting orders and making them, sometimes even confusing the order of things when there was a crowd in. But now sufficient time has passed that he was more confident in speed. As he was cleaning the bar with a wet piece of cloth, the door opened and the owner of Leaky Cauldron walked in. Oh joy, Neville Longbottom. After the whole Christmas fiasco, he was prying he would have to see the man as less as possible. And it was going rather well in fact so far, but of course he knew that couldn't last long. They had to see each other sooner or later.
He had no sympathy or care towards the man, and he wouldn't act otherwise. But the problem with Andrei was his very short temper. He could burst into flames over nothing, especially if being provoked. Or worse, he can be the one who is provoking without even realizing it. Merlin only knew how was he to survive this job without having his head cut off.