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Dennis Finnigan Creevey (dennisthebrave) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dennis hurried down Monument Alley. He'd been slaving under the vast and deeply unhelpful burden of a writers block for most of the morning, so had decided to hold a 'strategic unblocking seminar' at a location 'with adequate decibel and libation standards' - aka he'd gone to the pub, and after consuming a pint had managed to finish the article. He was reading it ove as he walked down the street when a particularly affronting gust of wind tore it out of his hands and blew it down the road. "Oi," he cried after it, jogging down the road after it. Miraculously, he managed to avoid any collisions and spotted the paper just as it slid through the crack of a door and into a soon to be opened Apothecary.

"Fuck's sake," he muttered to himself with a sigh, standing and hopping from one foot to another as he looked at the door. In the end, his desire to get the article back and the fact that the shop was new and closed up won over any reservations he had about entering the premises, and he knocked on the door. The only response he recieved was a sort of affronted silence. He sighed again and opened the door a crack. "Hello," he called. "I um, a piece of parchment just flew in, if there's anyone here could they- Oooh, hello!"