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Dominic Chambers (knowhow) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dominic looked up at the greeting. "Shit," he said, glancing from the woman to his wristwatch. "Is it time to go already? I swear I just got here." He straightened in his seat and started to tidy his notes away - endeavouring to maintain some kind of order so they wouldn't be a total mess when he next needed them. While his hands were working, he looked up again. "Sorry, yeah - I'm Dominic. You prefer Angie?"

Eventually, he'd tidied everything into his bag and was ready to go. "I can leave this here," he said, hefting the bag in one hand while he fetched his jacket with the other. On closer examination, Angelina's features - combined with the name - rung a faint bell. Dominic was pretty sure she hadn't been in his year, but maybe he'd seen her around school, or possibly on the Quidditch pitch.

As they passed the bar, Dominic handed his bag over for safe-keeping. He could pick it up tomorrow morning when Finnigan's was open again, there was nothing in it he desperately needed for the evening. "How was choir?"