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Dominic Chambers ([info]knowhow) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-16 11:34:00
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Handyman, Handyman
Who: Dominic and Megan
What: Smartening up the dressing area
Where: Hot Crossed Buns
When: Tuesday, 7.15ish
Rating: SFW? I mean, they are discussing a lingerie shop so be cautious.

After testing his usual wandwork for Duelling Club, Dominic stayed to watch a few of the bouts, even snapping a few pictures of people facing up to one another, wands drawn. He wasn't sure how they'd come out, whether or not the invisible walls would get in the way of the photography. In fact, it was seeking an answer to that question that had prompted him to take his camera along more than any desire to possess photos of the Duelling Club itself. Those he would probably pass on to Seamus if they turned out well, after offering Lavender her pick of the ones of herself. (She'd looked good, Dominic wasn't going to turn down the opportunity to photograph her in that outfit.)

It was just after seven when Dominic waved goodbye, packed his camera away and deposited it behind the bar to be picked up later. He walked down Monument Alley with his sleeves pushed up, enjoying the fresh night air. He stopped outside Hot Crossed Buns and knocked. He knew the shop was closed, but also knew Megan Stewart was expecting him. While he waited, he surveyed the window displays and raised an eyebrow. Well, this could be interesting.


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