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Dominic Chambers (knowhow) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dominic didn't trouble to hide the way he watched her legs as she sat down. If she didn't want to show them off, she wouldn't have worn that skirt, after all. "Not all the time, but it's the first match of the season." He gestured around to the thinner-than-usual crowd in the Common Room. "Seamus has the game on the wireless downstairs. Kenmare against..." But no, he couldn't remember who Kenmare were playing. Seamus would probably remind him later, and be outraged that he couldn't remember.

He smiled at her question. It was nice to have someone around who didn't assume that just because he looked like he was concentrating he'd lost interest in their conversation. He'd just got distracted, that was all. "Thinking about television and omnioculars and how much more fun it is to be able to see sporting events, rather than just listen." Since Lisa seemed tolerant, he pulled a folded sheet of paper and a muggle biro from his pocket to note down the thought. He could come back to it later.

"Things are good. Work never seems to end, so it's a good job I love it - and my boss." He scratched his nails against the palm of his hand in an attempt to dislodge any wayward sand - and to quell the impulse to reach for a cigarette. "How are things with you?"