Dennis Finnigan Creevey (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dennisthebrave) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dennis looked around dolefully. If he were completely honest with himself, he'd admit that he didn't like Victis Honor Day. It brought back far too many difficult and uncomfortable memories. Still, part of being an adult was facing these sort of things head on. Plus, Rose would have 'unleashed the wriggle' on him if he didn't come, so really what choice had he had?
He was just staring meditatively at the fortune teller's tent, completely off in his own little world when he was brought rather magnificently to the present by someone bumping into him. He blinked owlishly and looked to see Dominic, and found himelf blushing for no particular reason. "Oh it's completely fine," he replied with a sheepish grin. "I was actually off with the fairies and should probably have been paying attention." He looked at the tent and back at the rather attractive man and lifted an eyebrow. "Find out anything interesting? Portents of mildly averted concussions?"