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hopalongcharlie (hopalongcharlie) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

He offered Theodore a smile, he seemed nervous in some way, but that didn't detract from the level of help he'd offered Charlie. A little laugh huffed out of him. "I believe women in high heels would agree with you there, also us poor buggers with fake legs." He made sure he was steady and stepped a couple of steps away from the wall. He was caught off guard by the question when it came, forgetting that not everyone came through his doors, or knew that he owned the place. Also Theodore wasn't wrong in a way, Wingbeat was quite a way down Monument Alley. He shrugged. "I, er, actually own Wingbeat, the club down here, I was on my way to do the books," he said with a apologetic shrug. "Although if you can think of somewhere closer that doesn't involve more than a couple of steps and isn't a toilet stall I'm open to suggestions." Not that a toilet stall was actually a terrible plan since there were no open wounds, but he always felt the need to Scourgify everything afterwards anyway in case he did manage to rub his stump.

He tapped a finger on his wand a couple of times, thinking, accidentally sending a couple of purple and yellow sparks flying before pocketing it with a wince. "I could probably transfigure my trousers looser so that as long as I've got somewhere to sit and an understanding shop owner I'll be fine."