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Dennis Finnigan Creevey (dennisthebrave) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dennis had been having a pretty good day. He'd submitted a bunch of articles on Friday, hung out with Rose yesterday, and had decided to go and get some afternoon tea when he'd seen his ex-boyfriend and his ex-best friend kissing in one of the booths of the café. Luckily, he could do a fairly good idiot run when he needed to, and had wound up back at the flat which was blissfully free of Rose. Savouring the privacy, he'd thrown himself on his bed and allowed himself to unleash the torrent of pain he'd been bottling up and have a hard, long cry. He'd past through the initial hiccoughing sobs, been wracked by the body heaving sobs and hyperventilation, and was winding down to snivelling with the wards on the apartment flashed and he heard a voice.

He sat up in shock and looked around, desperately wondering how he could hide the evidence of his tears. "Uh Rolf, is that you? I'll just be a minute just need to um, wash my face." He dashed into the bathroom and spent a solid minute frantically trying to remove the ravages of his grief - even considering using a wand - before giving in and walking out into the living room.

"Hey you," he said pasting on his brightest smile and hoping that Rolf had miraculously gone blind and wouldn't notice his red, puffy eyes. "I haven't seen you in ages!" He leant forward and engulfed the other man in a hug, holding him tightly for a few moments. "What brings you to Casa del Crap?"