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chipmunksrule (chipmunksrule) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Terry wasn't actually sure why he showed up on Dennis' doorstop an hour after his game ended. They'd lost, but Terry was feeling very good about the season overall, and they still had a chance for the playoffs. And tonight he wanted to celebrate, which still didn't explain why he was heading for Dennis' with a decent bottle of wine under one arm. He'd barely seen Dennis in months, though they talked via the journals every now and then. With Dennis off traveling and Terry's Quidditch season schedule, it didn't leave much time for socializing.

And yet. Here he was knocking on Dennis' door, feeling oddly awkward about the whole thing. Maybe he should have owled first. Dennis probably wasn't even home.

The door opened.

Terry smiled sheepishly, and held up the wine. "I come bearing gifts." He stepped through the door, toed off his shoes because he was never one to wear shoes in other people's homes. "Sorry, I should have owled first. You probably have plans."