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Zacharias Smith (unspeakableness) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Zacharias had only been able to avoid his parents for so long, and, in retrospect, he wondered if he shouldn't have just gone to them immediately after the raffle instead of avoiding them. Maybe things wouldn't have escalated. Maybe he wouldn't have been standing outside of Ernie's flat, debating on whether or not to knock. Maybe... He sighed a little and shook his head. The only good thing about this is that it hadn't happened later in the week, when things would have no doubt been worse. However, tomorrow was that ball he'd agreed to attend, and he doubted showing up with a (potentially) broken wrist would be greatly appreciated by Mrs Capper. It'd also make dancer more difficult, and while that wasn't a terrible thought in and of itself, given that the event was a ball, he was sure he'd be expected to dance at least once with some witch. Of course, secretly he hoped that he didn't have to, but he doubted he'd get that lucky.

Sighing, he straightened his robes with his left hand, then smoothed down his hair. He took a few slow, deep breaths, holding them each a few seconds before slowly letting the air out. Ernie had helped him before, he reminded himself. He was a good man, and he was better at diagnosing and fixing injuries than he was himself. Sure, he could do a few minor things, but there was a reason he hadn't been a healer, outside of not having the right kind of personality. It would be perfectly fine. Steeling himself, he raised his good hand and knocked, silently hoping Ernie wasn't busy. If he were.... Well, he'd figure something out when he knew for sure.