Natasha is Neville and Hannah's kid. Also, I never worked nor been to a pub, and Natasha's descriptions are pulled out of movies and shows. Thus, they might be dead wrong. Please forgive me if so.
"How's it going?" Fred asked her as he plopped down on a stool, and Natasha resisted the urge to punch him. Fred and Louis were her best friend's, but they could also be very annoying at times. At the moment, they were being annoying because they felt that because she was now a bartender at a pub, they were entitled to free drinks. Nothing she said seemed to dissuade them of that notion.
Perhaps that wasn't enough to punch him, but it was her very first day and already her coworkers were annoying her. Tiffany and Mark needed to be cursed, never mind the fact that they were Muggle's, and Jonathan was probably the worst boss in the history of bosses, at least in the Muggle books. She didn't even want to think about the rest.
Natasha knew that most of her family and friend's didn't understand why she wanted to bartend, what she found in it, but despite her coworkers, she loved it. It was fun, getting to know the people who came in, and she liked the fact that she was a dependable part of their day. She had cried for two days straight when the old pub she used to work at was sold, and she was forced to come to Muldoon's. She knew soon enough though, she would come to love it. The men going out for a pint would flirt jokingly with her, and the old couple coming in for dinner would talk about setting her up, and the girl's night out would draw her into their shenanigans. She just had to give it time.
Natasha forced a smile on her face. "It's going good."