Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

Draco (draco_dormiens_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Draco made a noise, not knowing what more to say about that. He wasn't good at small talk. Clearly it wasn't something you got better with with age. "Well. We wouldn't want you to make a faux pas with the publishing, would we? Nasty legal issues can crop up," he nodded, like Dennis needed his words of advice on publishing stories.

He touched the counter again, his brow furrowing at his own awkwardness.

Draco looked up when Dennis carried on speaking, the frown dropping again at the smile on the other man's face. And then the laugh. He was taking this whole thing in his stride. Just chatting away. "I'm glad you approve. I didn't know if another one would be welcomed around here. Mr. Bobbins trained me, it was a busy shop, I don't know if old the loyal customers will be willing to try another place but-" he shrugged. "I've not been to a wish monger, but you can find all sorts of nonsense in Singapore. I vaguely remember some witch there trying to sell me some grass. Just grass." A smile threatened on Draco's lips, so he bit his finger to stop it.

Creevey. Draco knew that surname. Well, of course they'd have been in school together, but he couldn't really remember him. Creevey. He leant his elbow against the counter, his posture oddly relaxed compared to how anxious he actually felt.

"Dennis. Indeed. I'm sure this has been an absolute pleasure for you," he couldn't stop the smile that time, giving in and letting his hand drop to his side. "So is Finn Collins the new Rita Skeeter? Should I be expecting a scathing review in the Prophet? Draco Malfoy, cowering in his boarded up shop, hiding from his past- Possibly a vampire. Not been seen out in daylight for several months now-" Draco let out the softest laugh, turning away as though embarrassed.