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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

After the time spent with his mother, and the new information that conversation had provided, and stopping by the family estate to verify for himself, Marcus felt a little exhausted, emotionally and mentally, if not entirely physically. Upon arriving home he'd stripped off the outer layer of his robes, leaving him standing in black slacks and a white button up, staring out the window of the living room. The kitchen had been a little too much temptation - even now there was a bottle of Firewhiskey in one of the cabinets, and while it seemed like a good idea to drag it out after the day he'd had, he knew that was not the best course of action.

The wards of the flat chimed at him a few moments before he heard Bryony's voice, and he turned towards the source, offering a small smile when he spotted her. "You say that like it's any different than the rest of the time Tilly makes food," he said, attempting for a teasing tone and falling just slightly short. Like Rakey, the house elf in question seemed to be under the impression that without their assistance, Marcus and Bryony would consistently be starving.

"How was your day?" he asked, taking a few steps forward to take the basket from her, intending to place it on the counter in the kitchen.