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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

After an early morning at the track, wringing out a Bluebottle prototype until the twigs were smoking, Rich cleaned up and headed over to Monument Alley to walk around and really take a look at the place. He'd been in and out plenty of times, but mostly with a specific destination in mind. Now, he was looking at the entire place, how it worked, how the people moved around, where they went. Idly, he speculated whether or not International Exports had missed out on something by not buying into the Alley at the beginning. It was something he'd have to look into on Monday.

When he came to the park, he watched from a distance, leaning casually, as Percy Weasley and his daughter made a wish at the well. His face tightened briefly as he thought about what might have been. What might have happened if Anna had survived the battle of Hogwarts. Their child - the one they never had and never would - could have been about that age. With an effort, he put that regret away, and smoothed his expression into a calm half-smile.

Rich knew Percy from school, of course, and more recently from the various times he'd been into the Ministry from one reason or another. He'd even done a little gratis consulting for Percy, given his experience with broom bodging, explaining the difference in spells on some of the second rate brooms that had been hitting the market compared to what a reputable builder would use.

He'd walked closer to where his soft greeting could be heard. "Mr. Weasley, you are a very lucky man. She's a beautiful little girl."