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Julian Travers (licentious1) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

If he didn't know better, Julian would have teased Pandora about being sweet and innocent. As it was, he simply grinned knowingly and accepted his dish from the server, a pumpkin brownie topped with hazelnut ice cream, slathered in thick chocolate fudge. Julian's taste in dessert was as decadent and hedonist as his other tastes.

His lips twisted in the smallest frown, only for a moment, as he saw how slowly Tristan ate. He would have to have a chat with the house elf Orville would give his brother, remind the creature that Tristan needed to eat and fill out more. If he had to, he'd send Fluffy over regularly with food and treats until his brother looked a little more like the young boy he remembered from six years earlier.

Julian poked his tongue out at Pandora before using his spoon to scoop up some of his brownie concoction. "Some of us are too pretty for quidditch injuries, love. Besides, it's so much more fun to watch from the sidelines."

To say the least, Julian wasn't a practical man. Logic and reason tended to be the last things that crossed his mind, and often in his own self-centredness, he missed things around him, even in the lives of those he loved. It sometimes took a good smack upside the head to remind him of something important that didn't directly affect him and his quest for pleasure. One actual practical thought, however, managed to make itself known in his mind.

"The two of you will let me know if there's anything you need at the flat, all right? Any furniture, food, amenities... say the word and it's yours."