Sitting in one of the tiny break room chairs, Brody promptly leaned back and rested his arms on the back of the worn loveseat. One foot was propped up on his knee as he reclined, waggling his eyebrows at any attractive woman in view. Florean Fortisque's was busy that particular afteroon with all the parents and recently released students wandering around, and the young Irishman had just about had enough of scooping icecream for the day despite the fact that he still had a couple hours left in his shift. And the uniform... a pair of white robes with pink pin-stripes and a pink hat that looked like it belonged in a 50's diner, were hideous, but after the first day or so the Gryffindor boy decided to make the best of the situation. He played with the little pink headpiece, tilting it in odd directions and testing the look until, finally, he found a position that actually let some of his truly sexy self show through. From then on he'd been doing what he did best: Pimping the Pink Hat.
The appearance of a few people coming back to the break room surprised Brody a bit, but when they decided to ask him questions he was hardly put off. The longer they stayed, the less time he'd have to be out on the floor working. "Do your worst," he challenged with a saucy grin, "I dare ya."



