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hopalongcharlie (hopalongcharlie) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Charlie had made it to the bookshop and was looking at the rather huge display of romance books feeling rather defeated. He'd shrunk the bag of catfood to something more manageable given the sometimes precarious nature of bookshops.

He turned at the mention of his name, his body conditioned by now not to try and spin on the spot as he would once have done. He had quickly discovered that a. it didn't really work any more and b. he tended to end up in a heap on the floor when he tried. "Oh, hey, Angus," he said, smiling again. Charlie had been one of the escorting prefects back in Hyperion's first year, plus the pureblood thing meant they were related somehow, although Charlie couldn't have said in what way. They got on pretty well though.

"I'm not so bad. Doing some errands. Trying and failing to find something not covered in pink hearts or similar shit."