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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Rich relaxed a little when the waiters brought dinner to their table. "Maybe it's the salesman in me, but I'm always interested in people. Interested in getting to know them, if not in a romance sense. So this could be a date, I guess, if you wanted it to be. A date to go to dinner with a friend?"

"I'll be honest, I don't know whether we'll ever be anything else than friends. Right now I'm not sure I'll ever want to be more than friends with any woman. I do like you as a person, a person that I could be friends with. If you want this to be a date, then it's a date."

He took a few bites of his lamb - it was very good - while he though about how to word what he wanted to say. "People label things... other people too. You were sorted into Ravenclaw because you're smart, a thinker. Some of the conclusions you draw might be different from the way most people think. Doesn't make you wrong and them right. The facts of the matter are what does that."

"Look at my family. We're as much the purebloods as any of the twenty-eight. But we think differently enough that none of us live in some ancient mausoleum of a manor. Me, I live in a converted furniture-maker's shop. And I'm out there like most of the rest of the family in what some people call 'the trades', making money, doing business, maybe even improving things a little. Associating with muggles, even. It isn't The Way Things Are Done."

One eyebrow went up a little. "And I'll bet the people that really matter to you don't call you names, right? That's how it is with me, with Father. Like my grandfather told me, the sort of people that would call you a name are mostly to be pitied, because their worldview is so stunted."