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Cormac McLaggen ([info]macmclaggen) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-12-16 15:12:00
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RP: a very happy christmas indeed
Who: Mac & Lavender
What: Lavender comes to rescue Mac from work after Dueling Club
Where: Mac's flat
When: December 16, 2004, evening
Rating: NSFW (knowing these two - he's been missing her a lot!)

Mac had been glancing at the clock like a kid waiting for the school bell to ring. He'd promised himself he'd concentrate on the shoppe's accounting until he new Dueling Club would be ending at Finnigan's, and then he could go upstairs, take out a bottle of wine to air, and get ready for Lavender to stop by. It had only been a couple of days since he'd last seen her but he constantly found himself - really, since that first night he'd kissed her - daydreaming about her lips and her taste. It made focusing on the busy season at the game store nearly impossible, and so when she'd said she would come by after Dueling Club ended, it had lifted his spirits and made slogging through the rest of his work a much easier task.

There, the clock had finally hit his appointed hour, and he sighed in happiness and tiredness. Rubbing his eyes, he spelled the lights in the store off and headed upstairs. He lit candles and his fireplace (making sure the floo was disconnected), made sure the dirty dishes were rinsed and put away, and changed into gym shorts and a t-shirt, before opening a bottle of red wine blend to air for her arrival.


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