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Tweak says, "RAXACORICOFALLAPATORIUS"

Hyperion Montgomery (adaurorble) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-11-07 11:59:00

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character: hyperion montgomery, character: percy weasley

Who: Hyperion and Percy

What: Picking up some bespoke suits

Where: Norton & Sons, Savile Row, Mayfair

When: Friday 7th of November, morning

Rating: the safest of SFWs

Hyperion strolled casually up Vigo Street, looking all the world like a bored Muggle businessman on the way to some sort of meeting. Savile Row was only about twenty minutes walk from his house, and he'd decided that walking to the destination would have the added bonus of stretching his legs and testing his ability to blend in as a Muggle. He stopped for a moment to check for traffic, before ambling up Savile Row towards Norton & Sons. He paused at one point to let a group of excited Japanese tourists stampede past him before finally making it to the store. Smiling to himself, he checked his newly charmed watch and then leant against the wall, content to wait for his friend.

He'd been waiting less than a minute when he spotted Percy. "Always on time," he remarked to himself happily as he stood up properly and smirked. "Why hello there Percy," he said, gripping the other man's arm warmly. "Shall we go and pick up these suits of yours then?"

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adaurorble
2014-12-09 03:27 pm UTC (link)

Hyperion cackled at the withering look that Percy levelled at him. "Oh come off it Perce, you know I don't believe you'd actually wear that. No need for your knickers to go aglay."

He lifted his eyebrow and then pointed at it, revealing the scar that his mother had given them after the fight so many years ago. "It's not like we've always had the best relationship, lad. She still won't tell me what the hell happened the night-" his voice cracked slightly. "The night Pandora left. My siblings won't tell me over. So occasionally I like to get a little payback, as petty as it is." He snorted and leant back in his chair, lifting his eyebrow again. "You always seem to think I'm childish lad, why is that?"

"Aye, you might be right at that. I do wish we'd be able to sit down and talk properly though," he said with a shake of his head. "I inevitably say something that her hyper-sensitive and - let's be honest - curse affected brain takes offence to and she either screams at me or flounces off. It's why I tend to avoid her."

"What type of life do you want, anything I can help with?" The ghost of a smile played across his lips for a moment. "I could always drag you out for an evening on the town with the Aurors?"

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