Cormac McLaggen (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} macmclaggen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2015-07-02 23:42:00 |
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Who: Mac + Open
What: McLaggen's evening hours.
When: Friday, July 3rd, PM
Where: McLaggen's Magical Sports, Monument Alley
Rating: SFW
Mac was changing the window dressings this evening. He'd changed from his usual work attire into shorts and a t-shirt, better for digging around in the dusty storage space on his building's second floor, and for all the stretching and crouching of moving heavy things and making them look good in the windows. Plus, it didn't hurt if mother's with excited, gift-greedy children wandering buy saw him stretching and crouching in shorts, instead of slacks. Cormac may be a one-witch man these days, but he also knew the value of enticing the female shopping population. He also figured Lavender knew him well enough to be far past worrying about his ego.
The thought of Lavender made him smile and as his mind drifted he lifted a particularly heavy lighting system, but his lack of concentration got him and he over-estimated a distance. A quick shouted buffering charm stopped the lamps from crashing into the floor but didn't stop them from bringing down a line of brooms. Cursing to himself and shaking his head as if to focus it physically, he grabbed the lamps again and narrowed his eyes at them, getting back to work.