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Genie de la Lune (wolfinboots) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Ack, rude bloke. His loss then," she said, reaching over and patting Bryony's arm and giving her a warm and somewhat flirtacious smile. "Men are stupid creatures much of the time. Maybe slap him if you see him again. THat's always fun." Of course, she didn't go around slapping people, though she always did make her displeasure known. Her pouts were epic at times, and her temper, though rare, was exceptional when lit.

"Oh, no, this is perfect. Finally, a witch with some sense with her utensils!" Genie said, taking a pen and clicking it quite enthusiastically. "Some days I despair of this world, I swear. What would I do without a good Bic? Gods, school would have been so much easier if we'd only been allowed them. Mind, I didn't have many at the time, but I've basically lived in the Muggle world for years now and I you'll have to pry one out of my hands when I die." She chattered somewhat cheerfully, as she often did, in part to put Bryony at ease and in part because, well, it was her.

"Sounds like a plan. Oh! By the way, I suppose I should tell you, I'm Genie. In case you need something to call the weird chick who just imposed on your table," she said with another grin. She was feeling much better to have someone to talk to than she would have had she been left to her own devices to drink.