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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger rolled his eyes and playfully reached across and whacked Marcus from behind. "Look, be that as it may I didn't see you falling over yourself to stop me climbing on top of you on the kitchen table now, hmmm," he replied, glancing around idly. They weren't in fact late, but some odd quirk of Marcus' upbringing meant that he started to get antsy if he didn't arrive at least fifteen minutes early. It was something Roger couldn't quite get, as his mother had taught him to always be on time - a feat in itself as she had been raised by parents who had elevated the concept of fashionably late to an artform.

He adjusted the bag on his shoulder, which like Marcus' contained a spare change of clothes, and adjusted the grip on his broom. He was actually really looking forward to the three of them flying together - Angelina had always been an excellent flyer back when they were in school, and a little bit of judicious snooping with his contacts had supplied that she'd only gotten better. After the previous season's ultimately disappointing end, it would be good to build up a strong attacking side.

"Oh don't give me that look," he said, bouncing forward with a slight eye roll at Marcus' formal greeting to drop his broom and give Angie a quick hug. "Sorry we're 'late'," he said, utilising a pair of sarcastic air quotes."I decided to test out the old adage of 'save a broom, ride a Quidditch player' after lunch, and things may have got a little bit distracted."