Richard Harrington Summerby (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} the_richard) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2015-01-11 23:02:00 |
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| Entry tags: | character: richard summerby |
Who: Richard and OPEN
What: Random meeting
Where: Monument Park
When: Sunday late afternoon
Rating: SFW for now
...it was fairly quiet on a late Sunday afternoon. The winter weather really didn't bother him. It hadn't since he'd mastered his personal warming charm during the war, and refined it to a quiet reflex during the time he'd spent on the Swedish Dragon Reserve. He'd wandered among the memorials and then taken a seat on one of the benches about halfway through the park to think for a little while as he sipped one of those elaborate muggle coffees from a large plastic cup.
Despite the still underlying strain caused by the absence of his younger brother - Julian had been another victim of the war, wrong place, wrong time - Christmas day at his parents had gone well enough. His mother had even been feeling better enough to comment tartly on the lack of any steady ladyfriend in his life again. His father had just humphed something about giving their son time, although the old boy had seemed pleased enough to comment on Richard's success both in the London Office of International Exports and their combined real estate dealings. Yes, all in all, it had gone well enough.
And his four days off in Greece - he'd finally bought the small villa he'd been eying in Astrokos, in the western Greek islands - had been worth the time away from the office. A little sailing, working on his tan - as much as he did tan anyway - swimming and diving from his private beach. He'd even gone into town one night to drink and dance at the local taverna. Fluent in Greek, as he was in so many other languages, he'd soon fit in with the locals. He could get used to taking phone calls and working on his laptop under a beach umbrella.
Yet, his alone time was just that... alone. Oh, there was a lot of socialization involved with work. Meeting people, travel, talking with clients. Seeing people in the office most days. He'd gone to some of the pureblood social functions, too. Usually to escape as soon as was politely possible when things turned boring, that was also true. But he couldn't say he was really dating anyone. Business lunches with Mils. Luna had been tied up with her ailing father and he hadn't felt it would be right to bother her, considering. He'd gone places with Penny a few times, not that he could say they were dating or anything. Dora, of course, was right off limits. They were friends, that was all. He didn't want her to even think that he might be somehow implying that there were some strings attached to what he'd done for her. It had just been the right thing to do. That and rattling a few cages at the Ministry, maybe, too.
His mind had started working that morning, when he was in the air, giving Miss Susan, his short track broom, a thorough workout running close to record times at his local track. Sometimes he did his best thinking while flying, mind working at two levels at once. He'd kept thinking through a shower and lunch, and now late afternoon found him leaning back on a park bench and watching the occasional passer-by while he pondered what to do about his lack of a personal life.
Despite the still underlying strain caused by the absence of his younger brother - Julian had been another victim of the war, wrong place, wrong time - Christmas day at his parents had gone well enough. His mother had even been feeling better enough to comment tartly on the lack of any steady ladyfriend in his life again. His father had just humphed something about giving their son time, although the old boy had seemed pleased enough to comment on Richard's success both in the London Office of International Exports and their combined real estate dealings. Yes, all in all, it had gone well enough.
And his four days off in Greece - he'd finally bought the small villa he'd been eying in Astrokos, in the western Greek islands - had been worth the time away from the office. A little sailing, working on his tan - as much as he did tan anyway - swimming and diving from his private beach. He'd even gone into town one night to drink and dance at the local taverna. Fluent in Greek, as he was in so many other languages, he'd soon fit in with the locals. He could get used to taking phone calls and working on his laptop under a beach umbrella.
Yet, his alone time was just that... alone. Oh, there was a lot of socialization involved with work. Meeting people, travel, talking with clients. Seeing people in the office most days. He'd gone to some of the pureblood social functions, too. Usually to escape as soon as was politely possible when things turned boring, that was also true. But he couldn't say he was really dating anyone. Business lunches with Mils. Luna had been tied up with her ailing father and he hadn't felt it would be right to bother her, considering. He'd gone places with Penny a few times, not that he could say they were dating or anything. Dora, of course, was right off limits. They were friends, that was all. He didn't want her to even think that he might be somehow implying that there were some strings attached to what he'd done for her. It had just been the right thing to do. That and rattling a few cages at the Ministry, maybe, too.
His mind had started working that morning, when he was in the air, giving Miss Susan, his short track broom, a thorough workout running close to record times at his local track. Sometimes he did his best thinking while flying, mind working at two levels at once. He'd kept thinking through a shower and lunch, and now late afternoon found him leaning back on a park bench and watching the occasional passer-by while he pondered what to do about his lack of a personal life.