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abidingpercy (abidingpercy) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"And if I believed that, then I've a piece of land to sell you off the coast of Ireland."

Percy made certain to nod a greeting at the elf, being courteous as well as having been long exposed to Hermione Granger's long lectures on house elf rights. "Is there really such a thing as too British?" he asked, half serious and half facetious.

He followed his friend through the immense house, being briefly reminded of the treks through Hogwarts when he was a student. "The material is of excellent quality," he said, quite impressed. "I certainly can't fault you your taste in tailors. Give me a moment and I'll be right back."

He went to the dressing room and hung up the bags, then pulled out the first suit with accompanying shirt and tie. He put them on and spent a few moments looking himself over in the full-body mirror before deciding he'd adjusted the tie sufficiently. With a final adjustement of his pocket square, he exited and returned to the study.

"So, what do you think?"