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Dominic Chambers (knowhow) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Once he'd sat down, they are in relative quiet - partly because Dominic still didn't really know what to say and partly just because eating took precedence over making conversation. He occasionally glanced at Luna, who didn't look like she was particularly enjoying her food, but was at least eating - which he supposed was all he could hope for right now.

When the last crumbs were gone, Dominic stood to deal with the plates. He washed them up magically and then set them down on the counter with the frying pan he'd used. He wasn't sure where Luna had produced them from, so he'd leave her to deal with them. He kept his wand in hand, moving as close as he could get to the centre of the room and then pausing. There was no visible effect of the diagnostic spell he used, but he could feel it spread out from him. Depending on how sensitive Luna was to magic and how closely she was tied to the house she might be able to feel a faint echo of it. "Everything seems sound in here," he said. "Want to give me the tour of the rest of the house?"

Before they left, he pulled a notebook from his back pocket - just in case they came across anything he couldn't fix immediately and needed to note for later. "I hope muggle clothes are okay," he said, circling back to the topic of the funeral. "I've only got my school robes and they don't exactly fit anymore..." He smiled - he'd put on a bit of muscle since then. Not enough that he looked massive, but enough that his old sleeves stretched uncomfortably.