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friendlyjustin (friendlyjustin) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-16 12:59:00

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character: gemma farley, character: justin finch-fletchley, character: zacharias smith

At Finnigan's
WHO: Justin and Zacharias- Open should you want to have a piece of Justin.
WHEN: Tuesday, September 16th, in the afternoon
WHERE: Finnigan's
WHAT: A random encounter.
RATING: PG
STATUS: Ongoing/open

Justin looked at his bowl and smiled. It seemed like this was a good day for food at Finnigan's and it made Justin happy. He didn't want to have to walk out without having eaten anything since he was working that night. He hadn't needed to go back to the Janus Thickey Ward this week and he was relieved to be back in the emergency room. He had an immense respect for everyone who worked on that Ward, but sheesh Justin couldn't do it himself.

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unspeakableness
2014-09-16 07:46 pm UTC (link)

Most of the time, Zacharias actually preferred to make his own meals. In the long run, he believed they saved him money. He also had far more control over quality than eating out, especially at a pub. However, that late afternoon, part of him was just too tired to cook. The thought made him feel even more exhausted than he already was. Besides, he wanted to see if there were any decent books today on the shelves of the bookcase at Finnigan's. He'd kill two birds with one stone, or so he hoped. If the food wasn't good this time, he wasn't going to pay. He believed in second chances, and sometimes even a third one, but there were only so many chances his patience -- and stomach -- could give out.

His first stop once he reached the pub was The Corner. He took his time reading the spines and some of the backs of the books available. Not very many were enticing,and he had to wonder who kept leaving the romance novels. He had half a mind to take them all just to see the shelves clear of them for once, but he decided against that. What would he do with all those novels? He didn't read those sorts of books. Could he donate them? Would any place even take them? Maybe he could get credit for them at a used bookstore somewhere far, far away from London. For the moment, he'd leave them be. However, if he actually found a place that would take them, well... It was something to think about.

After Zacharias had picked up a couple of interesting sounding books and put up a few he'd taken the week before, he made his way back through the pub. He preferred The Corner to just about any other place in the pub, but he thought he might get faster service elsewhere today. Besides, he really hadn't planned to spend all of his time after work on a Tuesday in a pub. That just wasn't his style. He found an empty table near a wizard he recognised as Justin Finch-Fletchley (they may not have been friends, but that didn't mean Zacharias didn't have the ability to recognise people he'd spend any amount of time around in his past), nodded to him, and sat down. He looked at a menu, then, when prompted, ordered a shepherd's pie and a butterbeer; simple, and hopefully it wouldn't leave him hanging off the toilet the rest of the night. As he waited for his food, he cracked open one of the books he'd just picked up, working on tuning out some of the noise around him.

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friendlyjustin
2014-09-16 08:08 pm UTC (link)

Justin nodded at Zacharias and smiled at him before he looked through his bag and took a book out, setting it on the table to read while he was eating. It was such a guilty pleasure for Justin to pick one of the many romance novels on the shelves and read it to relax.

He opened the book and settled nicely with his food on one hand and the reading material in the other. Ah man, his parents would be mad at him if they saw him.. After a while, he was unfortunately easily distracted and his glance landed on Seamus.

It took him a few minutes to realize he was staring and brought his attention back to his book.

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unspeakableness
2014-09-16 08:44 pm UTC (link)

Movement caught Zacharias's eye, and he glanced over toward Justin. So that was one of the sources of the romance novels. He was rather positive they couldn't all be coming from and going to just one person, but he wasn't sure how he felt about having both a name and a face to associate with those novels. There was nothing wrong with a romance novel, of course; it just wasn't a genre Zacharias preferred. But if someone else enjoyed heaving bosoms and quivering members, well, good for that person. And good for that person not being ashamed of it, either.

When he caught Justin staring at Seamus, he looked briefly between the two before wondering if every bloke in the wizarding world was gay or if it were a Hufflepuff thing. He could have sworn Ernie had mentioned something about it, and Susan had mentioned setting her brother up with a bloke. And if other things he had seen and heard could be believed, the entire bloody world was gay. And that just didn't make any sense because, somehow, little wizarding babies kept being born. But maybe it wasn't the whole world; maybe it was just his generation. Or his imagination. Maybe he'd just not noticed some things before, and, because he'd been more recently enlightened about them, he suddenly saw it everywhere as if it had just popped up and were taking over instead of being just there. Kind of like a song on the radio that you don't like or when you first notice a trend that's been around awhile, but because you hadn't seen it before and now knew what it looked like, it appeared to be everywhere. Or maybe everyone really was gay. It would certainly explain some of the isolation he'd felt in school.

The server arrived with his food, and he looked up. "Thank you," he said politely, giving a small smile, waiting for the server to leave before setting down his book. He put a napkin on his lap and took hold of his fork, silently bracing himself. If the food wasn't good, that was it; he'd leave. He'd excuse himself to the bathroom, then make his escape then. Simple and easy. He might even be courteous enough to leave a note behind stating how horrid the food was. He put a bit of food on his fork, blew on it to cool it down, and tentatively put it in his mouth.

Zacharias sighed as he discovered the food did not taste like complete and total crap. It was edible. He swallowed the bite, then shuffled his book and fork around to hold one in one hand and the other in the other. He took up another forkful, blew on it again, and ate, resuming his place in his story.

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