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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"You and me bot, mate. You and me both. January, we'll keep our eyes on January," he said. After the show was over Dean was expecting his brain to protest at being overworked for so it was probably just going to give in for a while and refuse to work. Self care was a wonderful and important thing.

Dean had his spoon half way to his mouth when Seamus threw the frog, but thankfully his reflexes were still pretty good and he managed to bat it away from his head. He swallowed the spoonful of soup, which was his last and was tempted to throw it right back but resisted the urge. He rolled his eyes and opened the frog. "Berk, look before you throw. And basically any time between six and eight should be fine. Not too near eight though or you'll interrupt the last minute panic!" He set his bowl aside and grinned. " You should pull out your robes, it's being billed as formal. I've actually been and got new robes fitted, my old ones looked a bit out of date apparently. So that'll be a nice surprise for everyone. Mum'll be pleased, she likes it when I look smart." He bit into his frog and shrugged, he far preferred to be comfortable.

"If you tell her that anytime soon I will hurt you! She hasn't clued into the fact I'm a huge idiot just yet," he joked. Ophelia knew he could be a bit daft and seemed to think it was adorable in a good way for now. " But it will be good for you to meet her. She's heard plenty about you and I showed her one of my old sketches of your face so she knows what you look like."