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Ron Weasley ([info]gingerkeeper) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-07-13 03:14:00

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Entry tags:character: megan jones, character: richard summerby

RP: Open Randomness
Who: Megan Jones & Richard Summerby & open
When: July 13, 2005 - Monday - 11:30am-ish
Where: Finnigan's - The Corner
What: A casual re-introduction and a conversation on their qualifications of "fun."
Rating: SFW
Status: Complete


Megan was recently showered from her early morning workout and errands. She was sitting quietly at one of the tables in The Corner of Finnigan's. A hot tea and a half eaten BLT sat in front of her as she idly flipped through a Quidditch catalogue. Despite being in the off season the Magpies keeper hadn't slowed down in training and was well into her day already. Six days out of the week in the off season she woke up at 4am every morning. She physically stretched and ran 7-10miles and then ran keeper drills alone with charmed quaffles all before 7am.

Sure, the Magpies had won the finals some months ago - and the feeling was brilliant! But in the last three seasons that she'd played as starting keeper for Montrose, Megan felt as though this last was the hardest. Granted it had been a year of growing pains for them - what with a new captain and "new" techniques and higher demands than before. Not that Megan minded, but the team had felt a bit out of step. There were a number of games that season that were won not because of teamwork, but because Viktor Krum was brilliant at saving their arses. And thank Merlin he was on their side! But if they seriously wanted to win again the following year and be recognized for actually being great as a team and not as the other people on the field with the best seeker of all time... they would all just have to play...better.

Which, the need for "better" also formed some kind of equation in her brain that was furiously convincing Megan Jones she needed a new better broom...you know...to help be a better player... or something... Because that made sense enough to actually amuse herself with the idea for a small while.

A long yawn left the ginger's mouth and the back of her hand came to mask it slightly. As her eyes naturally closed she wondered if it would be completely inappropriate to call in to The Red Cross and hand off her 1pm volunteer shift in favor of napping instead. That would be the adult thing to do, right? She'd volunteered from 1pm-9pm since Friday helping facilitate and process donations over the phone to the muggle London Bombings Relief Charitable Fund. And... well... she didn't really want to talk or think about it... Hey, look the new Nimbus ads are....possibly some of the most beautiful full page ads she'd seen all morning.

"Circle that one," she mumbled outloud through her yawn as she took a quill and circled the Nimbus name on the advert. She absently began staring at the shiny replica of the broom advertised. It spun slowly against it's dark and classy backdrop. It looked as though it had the most impressive shine to it.


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[info]the_richard
2015-07-13 10:19 pm UTC (link)
"The Nimbus? Maneuverable enough, but I've always found them a little doggy from standstill." Rich set his plate of four eggs over well, a side of chips, and a huge mug of black coffee down on a nearby table and sat in the chair nearest the young woman who did look sort of familiar in a schoolish sort of way. "Too much cushioning charm and I don't care for the irons."

It had been a long few days since the bombings, but his business in the middle east and near Asia seemed to be fairly under control finally so he had decided to celebrate with a long early workout and food that wasn't foreign or takeaway before heading into his office to once again confront the Mountains of Paperwork that had sprung up in his absence.

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[info]gingerkeeper
2015-07-14 04:19 pm UTC (link)
Megan turned to see who had caught her salivating over the corporate broom ad. The voice seemed familiar and the face too - but no particular name came to mind. A small ounce of awkwardness came to Megan but she covered it with a playful grin.

"Well, this is the new Nimbus," she said as she held up the advert for him to see. She tapped the slogan beneath the living photograph, "The future of flight is here fall 2015!" Playful sarcasm followed, "Surely that was divined by someone of great importance and deep pockets!"

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[info]the_richard
2015-07-15 04:21 am UTC (link)
"Right." Rich chuckled and took a large swallow of his coffee. "Bad enough the salesmen are writing the blurbs for the advertising, now I think they are writing the flight data reports too. Picked up an early production model and gave it a workout. Solid, dependable, all that. I gave it a good go and couldn't break it. Even fairly maneuverable. Nice once you get it moving, just lacking low-speed dig in my opinion."

"I suppose it all depends on what your tastes and needs are. Do suggest you avoid the occasional odds and sods that have been sneaking onto the market lately. There are some poorly made knockoffs lurking about."

"Oh, dreadfully rude of me." His polite grin took a wry twist. "Richard Summerby here."

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[info]gingerkeeper
2015-07-15 04:41 am UTC (link)
She chuckled along with the man as he passionately ... informed. No... rambled. He rambled. And to be entirely honest, Megan really enjoyed when people did so. It was very revealing of their nature and in most cases revealed genuine passion. She was quite guilty of rambly passion herself, so it was something she completely appreciated.

As the man introduced himself the name instantly smacked her in the face. Duh! That's where she knew him! They'd gone to school together and he'd been a few years older than her. If memory served correctly they even played on the Hufflepuff team together for a year or so before he completed his studies.

An equally polite, but mostly amused smile accompanied the extension of her hand. "Megan Jones.... you don't remember me, do you?" She asked. Not that it was a fair question considering she'd matured both mentally and physically since then. Plus... they'd never been particularly close despite being in the same house. To be entirely honest...all she remember about the bloke she was playfully interogating was that he was a great teamsman... but a bit of a loner.

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[info]the_richard
2015-07-15 04:33 pm UTC (link)
Richard had always had a good memory for faces and names and things like that. It was part of what helped him be successful in his line of work. It didn't take long for the details to come to mind.

"Jones," he nodded. "Didn't recognize you at first. Few years behind me. Not that Weasley ginger." Ginny had beaten him to the snitch by a handsbreadth in a championship game. "And a pretty fair keeper. Fair enough you went pro, if I'm recalling correctly. Have to be honest with you, I don't really follow Quidditch that closely these days. What have you been up to lately, and how are you doing?"

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[info]gingerkeeper
2015-07-15 10:13 pm UTC (link)
Smile still present Megan narrowed her eyes slightly when he first offered recognition of who she was. But the more proof he laid out afterwards was amusing enough to buy into the fact that he at least read a magazine or two.

"Well, I think you covered the important things, mostly," she responded to his questions. "Not a Weasley, and plays quidditch - that's me. And as happy as can be." She offered a short chuckle, "What about you Mr. Summerby? Have you joined a ginger clan of your own?"

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[info]the_richard
2015-07-16 01:17 am UTC (link)
"Rich, please, or Bee. Father and I work at the same firm and when I hear Mr. Summerby I keep turning around to see how he's snuck up behind me here."

He made a little gesture with his free hand, as if he was throwing something small away. "Mother's side of the family runs to redheads. I've got ginger cousins and uncles and the like over in the French wine country. Considered having the area sprayed for freckles before the spread to the grapes. But I'm the last surviving Summerby ginger in England."

"So I admitted I don't follow Quidditch that closely, going to at least take pity on me enough to tell me who you're playing for these days?"

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[info]gingerkeeper
2015-07-16 03:39 am UTC (link)
Megan snorted in amusement at his comment about freckled grapes. Surely that would make an interesting wine. As the conversation moved to quidditch she reached for her cup of tea and sipped. Placing the catalogue back to it's place on the table.

"Well," she offered after her sip, "I work for Montrose these days. I think we've done alright lately." A grin on her face was present as she placed her cup back on it's saucer. A wave of her hand followed, "But that's boring, what sort of firm are you operating these days, Mr...er... Rich?"

She'd quickly decided that calling him Bee wouldn't be appropriate.

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[info]the_richard
2015-07-16 11:38 pm UTC (link)
"Montrose has done a bit more than alright lately. Even I know that. Used to follow the Falcons, actually but they're pants these days. Sometimes wonder how they'd have done if I had gone with them."

Rich made a quick dismissive gesture. "Father is a senior partner at International Exports and runs the Marseilles office. I'm a junior partner and work out of the London office. We find people with things to sell, people who want to buy those things, and other people to transport the things. Pretty straightforward, but at least I get to travel a lot." The fact that he'd made enough off just one deal to buy an entire building he'd had his eye on in Southwark was another factor, but not something a gentleman would admit. "Probably nowhere near as much fun as Quidditch for a living."


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[info]gingerkeeper
2015-07-17 12:06 am UTC (link)
"Oh that's right! I actually remember that." Megan offered as she quickly remembered that Summerby had been offered positions on multiple quidditch teams after he'd left school. Megan remembered that rumour quite vividly from school. It was something she recalled talking about with the other Hufflepuff quidditch players - and admitedly understanding why he choose to fight instead. Such an unfair part of the war she thought to herself.

As he explained his job it was fairly over Megan's head. A world, clearly, beyond her comprehension. It seemed all very fancy. She'd never really understood the way wealthy people purchased items to be entirely honest.

"Well," she offered in response, "travelings a plus! And you're still young - you can make a career change, yet!"

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[info]the_richard
2015-07-17 02:10 am UTC (link)
Rich shrugged. "No doubt I'll be buying a senior partnership in the near future. It's sort of a family thing." He didn't think she really understood what he did, by then again, most people didn't.

"What are you up to now that the off-season is here? Workouts and practices or do you get to get away and have some fun?"


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[info]gingerkeeper
2015-07-17 02:52 am UTC (link)
"Ah," she offered in response to his plans for continuing a family business. It was relatively difficult to relate. Megan wasn't from a family that had much of a business to pass on or buy into. The extent of the Jones family legacy could be humanitarian and social work through her mother and possibly journalism from her father. Both of which her brothers mostly took on in their own career paths.

"Workouts and practices are pretty equivalant to breakfast these days" she smiled. "For fun there's always the usual... drinking, dancing, traveling, quidditch for fun, racing to no where, and pretending catalogue shopping is chique." She chuckled without feeling awkward.

"What about you, future senior partner of exporting fancy things to fancy people?" she asked in a casual tease. "Do you import and export fun?"

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[info]the_richard
2015-07-17 03:45 am UTC (link)
"Morning workouts before breakfast, whenever possible," Rich nodded. "Helps keep me from getting too fat to fly. Martial arts, weight training, even some freerunning."

"I pretty much take fun where I can find it. Clubbing here in London, the Greek Islands for sun on the beach and taverna dancing until dawn. America for the desert southwest. Things like that. I travel for business so I'd rather go somewhere and stay there and do something. The racing I do usually involves brooms, at somewhere, rather than to nowhere."

"Why?" His grin took a cheeky turn. "Were you looking for a native guide to fun somewhere rather than trying to go nowhere quickly?"

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[info]gingerkeeper
2015-07-17 05:20 am UTC (link)
Megan's face feigned being impressed, but her amused grin wasn't easily hidden. As he spoke of all the fantastical things he was accustomed to she couldn't help but think how boring he surely must have thought she was. Which...the woman thought relatively funny.

Megan vacationed - but not extensively or regularly. And to be entirely honest she was quite the home body. Comfortable and happy participating in local adventures when she had down time, Megan had learned fairly early on that she enjoyed the simpler things in life. From the sounds of it Richard Summerby had been living quite a fancy life...one of interest and glamour well beyond her own. Megan thought it amusing in comparison to her "vacations" to Brighton to stay in her childhood home.

A quick laugh escaped her at his question. "Perhaps," she offered with a wide smile and a shrug. Her tone changed to a mock inquisition soon after, "But do you truly think you're qualified? I mean...fun is quite subjective and you've never even raced to nowhere."

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[info]the_richard
2015-07-17 05:41 am UTC (link)
Richard wouldn't generally talk about the simpler things he did. Those weren't the sort of feelings a gentleman would share with any but his closest friends. Evenings in the kitchen perfecting a recipe. Muggle movie marathons. All-nighters bodging a broom or working on his jeep. At his uncle's farm in France, riding a thestral all night just to look at the stars, thinking how much Anna would have liked it, if only she'd managed to survive the Battle of Hogwarts.

"Qualified? I do admit, when I race I try to win, and how can you win a race to nowhere? Doesn't mean I haven't been there before, don't know the place quite well."

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[info]gingerkeeper
2015-07-17 06:05 am UTC (link)
"Well," she offered with a smile, "In my experience nowhere almost always becomes somewhere. It's usually just a place you didn't know you wanted to be."

She shifted slightly in her seat and continued in a very story-esque and animated manner, "All you do is get a partner or four and fly as fast as you can like a race. Then whoever is in the lead directs the others in their path. So the path changes based on the leader. And the only time you stop is when whoever is in the lead finds something worth stoping for. The other racers stop evaluate and if it's not worth exploring ... the game continues." A casual shrug was offered, "Think of it as follow the leader meets spontanious sight seeing."

Megan and her brother's had developed the concept of racing to nowhere when they were younger. It was how they found a number of incredible ruins, forests, and and places to explore. It was something she throughly enjoyed doing as an adult when the opportunity arose. It was a fantastic way to explore new locations and find landmarks for future navigation.

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[info]the_richard
2015-07-19 06:25 am UTC (link)
Rich couldn't help but laugh. "Sort of a combination broom race and scavenger hunt? Can't say I've ever tried that. All my broom races have been from here to there, or around and around on a closed course. I do keep a car in Calais for when I want to go explore the countryside. Does that count?"

Although truth be told, he would usually go to some city or town somewhere and windowshop, talk to the locals, check out any eatery that caught his fancy. He'd picked up new recipes from all over the world doing that. It wasn't as much fun just cooking for one, be he did consider himself a dab hand in the kitchen, and so did most others who'd tasted his cooking.

"Well, I still know my way around a broom, if you're ever looking for another rider. I just might give your method a try. Of course, you could always give my way a try, too. Never know if my idea of fun is... fun, otherwise, will you?"



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[info]gingerkeeper
2015-07-19 08:04 pm UTC (link)
Megan offered a playful nod and shrug when he asked if having a car to travel the country side counted as fun. Though a witch, the woman grew up in the muggle world- happens when your mother is a muggle. So, vehicles weren't all that impressive. She absently wondered if his choices in talking about material things won him many adventures with normal witches.

She grinned at his subtle offer to try his version of fun. "Are you challenging me? Because i must Warn you i too know my way around both a broom and a gas peddle."

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[info]the_richard
2015-07-21 06:09 am UTC (link)
"Challenge? Just an offer. I imagine if I work at it, I'll be able to keep up with you."

Rich kept his smile to himself. Jones was a Keeper. He'd played Keeper, but preferred Chaser or Seeker. No hovering in front of the rings. Even been offered starting positions as either with the Falcons. Not to mention racing A-class with an Unlimited Broom endorsement. He did have a clapped-out old Cloudspinner tucked away in the back of his broom workshop. Maybe it would help even things up if he rode that. As far as cars went, they'd at least ride together, no matter who drove. Unless she wanted to try lessons at performance driving. He'd see, if she ever did call him.

He pulled a business card out of the case he kept in his jacket pocket and offered it to her. "Here's my contact information if you decide you'd like some company for a little fun some time."

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[info]gingerkeeper
2015-07-21 07:06 pm UTC (link)
Megan's brow furrowed slightly at the offer of his business card. A forced grimace contorted at her mouth forming what she hoped looked like a cordial smile. But in reality it most definitely read suspicion and mild judgement. In her brain this conversation should have simply ended in a chuckle and a cordial farewell - not some sort of formal exchange of contact information. So ....strange... And who offers their business card in an attempt to have fun? Surely, the only people that came to mind who would end this conversation in such a manner were in the trade of "fun" of the nude variety.

A chuckle of amusement and her natural defense mechanism for awkward situations followed. She reached for his card and gave it a courtesy glance on either side. A silent beat passed between them as she did so.

"Or," she finally offered as she finished the last of her tea and stood with handbag in tow. "You contact me when a need for entertainment turns up." As she walked passed him she placed his card on the table in front of him. "Besides, it's more fun if the balls in your court," she finished her final statement as she took a few steps backwards - a cheeky grin and shrug offered in his direction before turning on her heel toward the exit.

Megan Jones wasn't particularly one to call blokes for a good time. Certainly not when she wasn't actively looking for that sort of thing in her life anyway. So, if Richard were truly serious about his challenge offer to have some fun some time... he'd have to do a little more work than a passive handoff of fancy card stock.

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