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Christopher Summers (chrisss) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

He snorted a small laugh, "My Mom would compare this to Christmas day, I'm never this early," he gave a slightly chagrined look. "Wait, you've never 'done' Muggle London?" He even made air-quotes when he said 'done'. "We have to change that sometime, in exchange for you teaching me the finer points of coffee, of course," he smiled at her, all perfectly white teeth and confidence.

Chris had no question in his mind she'd want to see him again. It was just sort of an attitude that came with being Chris.

"Whoever they are, you must insist on a day off sometimes," then again, Chris was hardly working at all, still figuring out what to do with the Fawley Foundation's money and house hunting with his fellow Hufflepuffs.

Chris put on his usual head-cocked-in-thought look of concentration and then exhaled, "Nothing, really? I've yet to even go to my new office, and I still have no idea what to do with the money the Foundation has given me for equality issues. I've always been in this sort of work but only as an extra pair of hands. Now to run things?" He laughed, mostly to himself, and then looked to her face, bringing himself back to the moment. "I have no idea, if I'm honest." Chris' honest was usually hidden in a sarcastic comment or sudden angry burst, but he felt a sort of relaxation around Dora, as if neither of them were fighting, anything at all in the world, they were both just sort of being in the moment. It was nice.

Just then they got to the front of the line and he indicated she should order first and then he asked for a soy latte and paid for both of them, insisting that she let him.