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Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Theo had managed to cope with the lead up to the date by the distraction of his new job at What the Book and copious amounts of calming potions. He'd gone from 'it won't last anyway once Ernie finds out what I am, so what's the harm' to 'no one must ever know, what am I doing' to 'this is just a joke' to 'this is all going to end in tears and heartbreak' sometimes in the space of ten minutes. He was pretty drugged up about half an hour before the date which meant that by the time he got to the cafe he was mostly calm without being groggy or doped up. He was dressed in soft charcoal black trousers and a long-sleeved hunter-green tshirt with a v-neck over a black-tshirt underneath, a plain black robe with a simple hood over the top to keep him warm. The sleeves of his tshirt came down over his fingers and he had his wand tucked away safely, rubbing his index finger over his thumb knuckle anxiously, chewing at his bottom lip nervously.

He turned up exactly on time to find Ernie already there and hoped his date - that was strange to think - hadn't been waiting a long time. "Hey." he said with that shy smile, his eyeline dropping because he still found it hard to make eye contact.