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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

With a grin, he glanced around them at the park. "Not in the Ministry now. Call me Rich. Easier on the little one to call me Uncle Rich, too. My younger brother used to make a right hash of Summerby when he was that age." His little brother Julian, who had been murdered by a pair of Death Eaters during the war. Let me know what she's interested in, and I'll see if I can't find her a few trifles when I'm abroad. Maybe get paid back by seeing a little girl smile."

He shook his head. "Was out at the track this morning burning out another prototype. Nothing anywhere near ready to run by you blokes. If I can break it, you just know some ordinary rider will be able to too. Not the sort of thing Bluebottle wants to have happen. But that was enough fresh air and sunshine for me. This is... call it window shopping." He gestured to the Alley around them. "I'm thinking the company made a mistake not investing heavily in Monument Alley; trying to get my ducks in a row to make a presentation to the senior partners this week. They're still a little... a lot... old fashioned when it comes to buying old buildings, refurbishing them, and leasing them out, despite Father and I doing quite well at it."