Who: Justin Finch-Fletchley and Megan Jones. What: Family dinner. Where: The Jones' residence. When: Evening. Saturday night. Rating: Low
Justin hadn’t really been hiding. He went out the other day for his interview, and he went out again, when they called him back for a second. Justin wasn’t really hiding - he was more like avoiding- yeah, he could agree to that. He was avoiding her. That was simple thing about it. Justin, waited and sure he was going to be a little late, but he waited for the footsteps to get louder and for the door to click close, so he could grab his jacket and avoid her. It was probably a little childish, but, it worked - made him feel better that he was winning this time. Even if she wasn’t aware of the rules, that involved him getting ten points every time he managed to leave his apartment and not wander over to hers, twenty points every time he managed not to think of a reason to convince himself she really wanted to see him, and that nice set of bonus points when she knocked on his door and he pretended he wasn’t home. Of course he hadn’t had the chance to win the later yet. But, he was confident, he could do it if that situation arose. Fairly anyway.
He pulled his jacket around tighter and avoided making eye contact with her door. That made it two doors he was avoiding now. He usually would have drove over. He liked driving and he didn’t get to do it too much lately. But, he was exhausted and closed his eyes and let his body squeeze uncomfortably through the invisible pipes linking his flat to Megan’s house. He really wasn’t meant to be use magic here. But, it wasn’t like he had pulled out his wand or anything. He looked around and noted his mother, Ken and the girls, must have already arrived - their car and Philip's horse carrier parked on the driveway, already. So much, for arriving early to talk to Megan about the incident. He sighed, brought his hand up to the doorbell and waited. He would have to speak to her after dinner. If he managed to escape the twins long enough, anyway.