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// Sally Smith (thessalian) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Sally made her way quickly to Finnigan's. She was excited about talking to Percy, which was odd. If you'd asked her if she'd ever be looking forward to talking to a Weasley before the journals had come, she would have given you a look of pure derision. Percy wasn't like Fred and George had been, or Ron and Ginny. She couldn't remember him well enough from her own years at Hogwarts (calling him 'the uppity Weasley/prefect' didn't do much, as plenty - too many - prefects were uppity), but he had been a refreshing twist on Weasley, one she'd be glad to get to know more.

She spotted him immediately upon entrance, and made her way over to the table; as she slid into her seat, she picked up the wine menu in such a perfectly synchronised move it was clear Sally had done this plenty of times.

"Hello Percy," she said cordially, the wine menu limp in her hand for the moment. "It's good to meet you. Re-meet you. I can't really place you from Hogwarts. Which, in case you are worried, is a good thing, as I can place your younger siblings all too well."