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Finbar Quigley (_finbar_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-22 23:10:00

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character: cho chang, character: finbar quigley

RP: Cho and Finbar
Who: Cho Chang and Finbar Quigley
What: Lunch
Where: Charming Parties’ offices in Diagon Alley
When: 22. October – around noon
Rating: SFW

With a smirk, Finbar closed his journal; sure Cho had asked him a question, but the food he had ordered had just been delivered, and wouldn’t it be a shame to waste an ice breaker such as this on the journal? Finbar gave a small wave and a nod after he had paid and made his way down Monument Alley, turning down Diagon Alley easily finding his way to the address Cho had given him.

Knocking on the door, he waited a beat before he opened the door and smiled when he spotted Cho. “By people who interest me I mean, I don’t bring lunch to just anybody on a high holy Wednesday such as today,” he smirked as he came inside and closed the door behind him.

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charmingcho
2014-10-23 08:18 pm UTC (link)

Cho had spent what little time she had between journaling and his arrival trying to tidy up the front office. She sent the girls down to Melinda's shop for a long lunch and told them just to not come back until she let them know to. Luckily, other than making fun of her a little bit, they went without questions.

When he knocked she was in her office in the back and saw him entering just as she'd gone to answer the door. She gave him a small, somewhat tight-lipped smile, and then asked, "It's a holy Wednesday today?" Cho's Mum's family was Catholic, she thought, but they'd never really practiced anything in their household, her father being staunchly Atheist. And then, remembering her manners, she added, "And thank you, by the way, this is a nice surprise in a busy week." And even his note had been a nice surprise, but she wouldn't admit as much, yet at least.

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_finbar_
2014-10-25 10:52 pm UTC (link)

For a brief moment, Finbar considered coming up with some phony holy day and turn the whole thing into a joke with Cho, but there was something in her look that had him stop; she really thought today was a holy day? While the Quigleys were Catholic, it had been at least two generations since it had been observed meticulously and now it was more tradition than actual religion. “No,” his smirk softened into a bit of a smile as he set the bags of food on the nearest desk. “It’s just Wednesday today, though I’m sure if we looked at a calendar it’s a holy day somewhere in the world.”

“Surprise?” Finbar’s eyebrows raised slightly at that statement. “I mean, you’re welcome, but having someone bring over lunch when you’re busy is a surprise?” Slowly, he shook his head, incredulous. No, he hardly knew Cho, but he’d like to, or at least figure out if she was someone he wanted to get to know – and so far he hadn’t seen anything to make him think that he wouldn’t. Pausing for a beat, just looking at her – because really? How couldn’t he not look at her? She was gorgeous! – he gestured for her to take a seat before he began unpacking the bags.

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charmingcho
2014-10-27 03:36 pm UTC (link)

Cho blushed just a little bit when he told her that it wasn't a religious holiday. Well, how should she know? But when he turned it into a bit a joke, she gave him a small, not-so-tight-lipped smiled in gratitude.

Shrugging, she said, "Mel - um, down at the bakery - she sends sweets and we do take-away up on the rooftop at our flat building when it's been a particularly taxing day, but, no, I don't quite remember the last time anyone brought me lunch." Lunch for Cho usually considered of some sort of snack on her way to one client or another, or running down to the pub (and when she was still working from her flat, down to the bakery of course). There was something sweet in the gesture, she decided.

Taking a seat as he suggested she should, she set her hands primly on her lap with a slightly sarcastic set to her mouth. "And what do you normally do find yourself doing on a Wednesday afternoon?" She couldn't help but wonder if he normally might spend an afternoon such as this hiding in his home from his insane ex-wife (Ex? Yet? Wife? Soon to be ex? Oh Rowena...), but she knew that was an unkind thought. She'd learned well enough after the fiasco of trying to date Harry Potter not to believe everything in the papers (not to say she didn't still completely love the gossip pages).

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_finbar_
2014-10-27 04:39 pm UTC (link)

“In that case, please allow me to set that right,” Fin chuckled, placing the last of the boxes on the table, “although take-out on a rooftop doesn’t sound bad either. So…” Handing Cho a set of utensils from the bag, he began pointing out each box to her. “Got some steak and ale pie, shepherd’s pie, a serving of fish and chips and two salads. Wasn’t sure what you preferred so I figured I’d rather get too much.”

Taking a seat himself, he couldn’t help but be a little surprised at her question. “On a Wednesday afternoon? Uhm…” he cleared his throat and shrugged. “You’re friends with Davies, Right? I don’t think my Wednesday afternoons are all that different from his. Sometimes I’m on the Pitch or at the gym, if I’ve been injured I’ll be with the Healers or PTs. All depending on when the next match is, I could be strategizing with the team or going over old matches. And sometimes, like today, I have the afternoon off, and today I’m getting my broom fixed while having lunch with you.”

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charmingcho
2014-10-27 04:58 pm UTC (link)

Cho's smiled widened when he chuckled - he had a nice, deep laugh, and she felt it stir her - and then before she knew what had happened she was saying, "It really is gorgeous, you should come sometime," and she'd invited him over. It was true - the garden up there was lovely - but to invite him over, she felt momentarily mortified and truly surprised with herself. Wasn't he still married, anyway? She thought to herself that she must keep reminding herself of that.

"It all sounds delicious, the new chef over there must be much better than their last, you know I once got chips with cinnomon on them? And I'm not the only one," she told him while they divided up portions. Listening to his usual days, she stayed quiet and popped a piece of fried fish into her mouth. "You know, Roger's one of my closest friends, certainly my closest guy friend, ever, I'd say, and I love Quidditch, but it's never quite occurred to me what he might get up to during the day." She gave an embarrassed smile, "It seems like the more time passes since school, the less we all have time for something like that, just asking what are friends get up to on a usual week day." Of course, her days consisted of planning, billing, paperwork, crafting, so she couldn't blame her friends for not wanting the details of her day-to-day.

Shaking her head of the thought she smiled again and put up a finger as if to say one second and went to the mini fridge behind the Amanda's receptionist desk for two bottles of water. As she came back she asked, "And when you're not injured or practicing or sharing lunch with practical stranger?" with a smile.

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_finbar_
2014-10-28 02:36 pm UTC (link)

That smile… it wasn’t there for long, but in those few moments when Cho’s smile widened, Finbar felt almost rewarded and knew that he wanted to see more of that smile. Sure, Cho had smiled before, but those smiles had been measured, almost suspicious, and though she looked a little embarrassed afterwards, he knew what he had seen. “I’ll do that,” he said with smile of his own, knowing that he wouldn’t go there until Cho set a more specific time. It was one thing for him to seek her out the way he had and that way ending up having lunch in her office rather in a more neutral place like a restaurant or café, but to show up on her rooftop? Even Finbar had more sense than that.

“Really?” Fin looked sceptically at the boxes in front of them, hoping that this apparently new chef was better than what Cho had just described. “Chips with cinnamon? That… sounds… like…” he made a small gesture with his hand as he searched for the most diplomatic way of saying ‘disgusting’, “frankly like something only a pregnant woman would eat.” Well, there wasn’t really any nice way of putting it, though with all of the absurd cravings he had watched the witches in his family develop and scrap at break-neck speed, he didn’t find the comparison all that off. “I think I must’ve missed the old chef, because it’s only a couple of weeks since I first visited the place really. Three, four, maybe? At most.” Resting an elbow on the table, he considered what she had just said. “Hm, well, maybe we don’t know what all of our friends do during a day, but we tend to always know how to get a hold of them anyway, and that’s what really matters, isn’t it?”

For a moment he wondered why Cho would just up and leave like that, though he didn’t let the opportunity to give her an appreciative look as his eyes glided over her back. It really shouldn’t have surprised him, but that side of her was gorgeous, too. Even if his eyes were back up in polite and proper height when she returned. “Then I have lunch with people I know?” he suggested, because some days he did do that. “There’s always people at my house, so all depending on who’s there, we do a couple of rounds in the ring or have a beer while working on the latest wood project. Do things with my friends, sometimes there are charities that needs promoting or donations, a publicist that needs to debrief all the latest going ons and coming ups. Owls to write. Matches to watch.” He conveniently left out the meetings with his solicitor, because that wasn’t the norm. Well, it was, but he refused to see it as such. It was a temporary nuisance that hopefully would be over soon. “How about you? You obviously work during the day, and apparently during weekends too, but when you don’t work?”

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charmingcho
2014-10-30 07:40 pm UTC (link)

At his confident-but-not-cocky reply Cho felt herself slip into a more comfortable position. He really didn't seem to want anything, though she still couldn't figure out why he was showing so much interest. Maybe it was just that: interest. It had been a long time since Cho had needed to make new friends, Ravenclaw pretty much having done that for her in first year, and the Hufflepuff boys she'd met through Cedric had just sort of adopted her. But just the other night she'd had a fabulous time with her hairdresser at a concert in Tokyo. So, why not? Her face relaxed, her posture getting more natural as well. "Yeah, you should. It's not much - a bunch of old furniture we've collected in the last couple of years, but Mel is the best baker in Wizarding London and usually brings snacks."

She made a face at the thought of pregnancy cravings. "You really haven't been back long have you? What made you decide it was time? I hate to admit it but the only thing I know about you other than your quidditch stats is what the gossip columns print." She added quickly, "I know not to believe all of that stuff, I've had my own bad press before," and gave him an understanding, small smile.

"It sounds like your house it a bit mad. It was really just Mum & Me & Father growing up. Mum's got a big pureblood family, on her Scottish side, but we kind of did our own thing. And my Dad's family is in Hong Kong, so I only really see them for New Years." Of course, she meant Chinese New Years, but figured he'd get it.

She shrugged and popped another chip into her mouth, "I like to read, and I love Muggle movies. Plus Mel and Marietta, my best girl friends, we all keep each other from becoming too... anti-social, ya ken? Roger keeps us on our toes, too," she laughed. Now that she had to think about it, though, it really had become her default to just keep to herself, unless she was already out and about. When had that happened? "Of course," she added, "There's always a Tornadoes game to catch or stats to catch up on." Her smiled turned a little bit wicked, reminding him of her favorite team.

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_finbar_
2014-11-01 12:16 pm UTC (link)

“Uhm…” Finbar chuckled with a shrug. “I wouldn’t say I’m back, since other than the years at school, I’ve never lived outside Ireland, but no, you’re right, I haven’t been in London very long. The short version of what made me decide would be that I followed the DMLE’s advice, and the full version will require your patience and open mind, which sounds… worse than it actually is. It’s just a long story.” He cleared his throat and looked at Cho. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell her, he just wasn’t sure if she really did want to hear it. “Somehow I find it hard to believe that you’d get bad press, but then, I haven’t read the gossip pages since, well, since my first year with the Bats. I pay my publicist to do that, and then she suggests steps to take if they get too out of line.”

“A bit mad is one way to describe it,” he grinned, because really? His immediate family included more people than was on a regular family’s full family tree. “D’you go to Hong Kong to celebrate or does your family come here?” he asked, genuinely interested to get to know Cho, though not really sure why, other than he felt an attraction to her. What better reason was there to getting to know someone anyway?

Cho appeared to have relaxed quite a bit and as she first let a small, entirely Scottish bit slip and then laughed afterwards, Finbar was sold. Completely and utterly melted, finding it some of the most charming he had seen or heard from a witch in, well, a long time. “Yah, I ken,” he said, then smirked and amended. “Or rather, oi nu,” he said, leaving the proper English behind and slipping back into the Irish lilt that was the way his family spoke in private. “Ah, yes, the Tornados. Another proof that nobody’s perfect,” he teased gently. “We’re playing them in November, if you’d like to go. And before you say no, just know that I can get tickets for you in the Tornados section.”

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