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waynecymraeg (waynecymraeg) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Seamus Finnigan, from Gryffindor, right? Our year?” Wayne was usually good with putting faces to names, but it had been almost a decade, after all. “So he’s got a pub of his own, that’s pretty cool. Shame about the cooks.” The idea of applying niggled at his brain, but with Wayne full-time at Maccy D’s and his side job in, ah, recreational herbology, his weeks were well packed. Plus, he reasoned, McDonald’s doesn’t quite count as preparing actual food for people to eat.

“The beer’s all right, though, right?” he asked, digging into his pockets, trying to gague how much money he had on him at the moment. Hard to tell without spilling his pockets onto the street, though.

“Lead the way. Don’t think I’ve heard about Monument Alley. Is that part of that new thing?” He’d heard very little about goings-on in the wizarding world, until his mum told him something new was going on in London, and to go be with his kind. He assumed she meant either wizards or people his age. Maybe both. Either way, she threw him out on his ear and told him to find somewhere else to live.

“So what else is everyone else up to?” He figured that question could be innocuous enough, or at least be dodged if it were dangerous.