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Hyperion Montgomery (adaurorble) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Hyperion grinned at Percy, deeply amused by his reaction. "I could never possibly be embarrassed, Weasley," he said with mock-contemptuousness. "I'm far too well bred to be embarrassed by anything don't you know. The ability has been completely bred out."

He rolled his eyes with amusement as he followed Percy down the stairs to the lower ground floor. "Slinkie," he called quietly, yet firmly as he walked into the kitchen, smiling as the elf appeared with a polite, yet audible crack. "Ah there you are, can you make Mr. Weasley a pot of Earl Grey and me a pot of coffee then bring it up to the study, please?" He went to grab Percy's arm then paused and turned back to the elf. "Also some sort of pastry?" Smiling, he patted Percy's arm affectionately. "You are far too British for your own good, you know that don't you?"

Still amused, he led the way up the four flights of stairs to his study, settling himself into his seat with a sigh. "So what do you think of the suits then," he asked urbanely, absentmindedly organising the morning's post that Slinkie had placed diffidently on his desk while Hyperion was out. "You can go and try them on the dressing room if you like," he added pointing out the door toward the dressing room past the spiral staircase that led back down to the first floor of Hyperion's bedroom suite.