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adipucey (adipucey) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Adrian made a grimace when she said she'd had dinner at Finnigan's. As much as he liked the place - and he did, even if Seamus made fun of him for his expensive taste in the best whiskey and bourbon at every open opportunity - he hated the food there, especially over the last couple of months. It just seemed to have gotten loads worse, if you asked him.

"And my manners are perfectly fine, yet again, thank you. You're the one wandering into someone else's flat," he countered with a smile. It was so good just to see her, to be in her presence. When she had sort-of, almost, seemed to want to hold his hand - over the dinner table, not in a 'we're walking down the street casually' sort of way - he'd thought maybe she be feeling the same as he had over the last few weeks. His lack of interest in one night stands, even only kissing the Auror, his whining on and on to Blaise... These were very odd behaviors all around for him, and he'd finally thought he'd figured it out. of course, how do you begin to tell your best friend - a widowed single mother of two children, at that?! - that you maybe might want to try for more.

When she kissed him on the cheek in greeting he gave her a smile but his heart wasn't in it, it wasn't the greeting that he'd hoped for, even if it was what he expected.

He nodded, using the moment to clear his thoughts, "Yeah, relaxed. Have some salves drying and herbs roasting, so there's not much to do besides sit around. I've been reading some of my dad's old journals again, though. He's got one from his grandfather - so my Great Grandfather, Mitchell - from the late 19th Century, pretty fascinating stuff, even if jut for the first person accounts," he relayed, clearly happy with the journal find from his tone of voice.