Pandora Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pandacharms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dora gave Julian a gentle smile before swinging back around to tuck herself back next to Tristan. She squeezed his hand, looking up at him with a big smile. He, alongside her brother, had been her best friend growing up. And during the war sometimes it felt like he’d been her only friend. Surely he was the one who knew her better than almost anyone, she thought, especially given the number of times she’d let him poke around her mind with his Legilimency.
She did peer back at Julian with narrowed eyes. “Hyperion won’t be the only one I hex,” she told him warningly. “I can and will hex your arse up and down that alley and beyond, Jules. It’s stupid shite to be doing stuff like that.” Thank the gods he didn’t have any kind of record, but he could still get in gobs of trouble. “And don’t put it past me. Ya ken?” She shook a finger warningly at him, which should be comical given their height differences except for the fact that she was serious. Not that she really expected him to listen, but she would hex his arse if he upset Tristan and herself by getting his idiot self caught doing illegal things. Not that she didn’t sometimes sell glamours under the table or such, but those weren’t actually illegal.
Dora snorted and tossed her head. “Yeah, right, Jules. Ya ken me.” Her comfort levels increased the longer she was around her cousins, her speech taking on a comfortable cadence. She smiled as they slipped into the ice cream place. “I have someone I’m interested in right now and no I’m not telling you lot who yet, lest you pounce him and scare him off.” Chris still gave her butterflies, though she honestly had no clue where things were going with him.
“Finnigans is the pub of note,” she informed Tristan. “Run by Seamus, he was a Gryff a year below us. They give out these journals, where you can write stuff that people can see or ward it to individuals.” She fished hers out of the bag at her side, offering it to him to look at as they entered the shop. “Right handy, they are.”