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Dominic Chambers ([info]knowhow) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-03-05 17:57:00
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Funeral Breakfast
Who: Dominic and Luna
What: Food before the funeral
Where: Luna's house
When: Thursday 5th March, morning
Rating: SFW but potential for sadness.

Outside of the war, Dominic didn't have a lot of experience with death. His paternal grandparents were still alive and though his maternal grandfather had died, Dominic had been at Hogwarts and unable to attend the funeral. He had no idea what it would be like to lose a parent, or how much help he was going to be - so he was focusing on the basics. Food and tea and company. He apparated to Luna's place just after nine, bringing with him a thermos of hot tea, rashers of bacon, potato farls and bread rolls. Luna might not feel like eating, but hopefully some combination of the ingredients would be appetising enough that she'd have at least a few mouthfuls. Dominic had even specially bought an extra packet of vegetarian bacon - just in case.

He was dressed in normal clothes, a soft blue t-shirt and jeans, and carried his only decent suit with him, enchanted so that it wouldn't crease. That way if he was pressed for time he could change at Luna's and travel to the funeral with her. After running a hand through his hair, he knocked at Luna's front door, looking around her garden and the view with undisguised interest. He knew the Weasleys and some other magical families were from this part of the world, but he'd never had any reason to visit before now.


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