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Lucy Spinks (addingvalue) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-02 14:57:00

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character: lucy spinks, character: wayne hopkins

Sandwiches
Who: Wayne and Lucy
What: Sandwiches, swapping lifestories, who knows?
Where: Leicester Square/Covent Garden
When: Thursday evening
Rating: NSFW - Language (I predict)

Knowing she was meeting Wayne after work, Lucy had worn a t-shirt under he work blouse. It paired oddly with her formal black work trousers, but who could be bothered to carry jeans to work and change properly? When she'd finally wrangled the numbers for the latest bus trip into some kind of order, she unbuttoned the blouse and left it at her desk to take home another day. She always wore flat shoes to work, so at least she was sorted there. The trip to Leicester Square station was easy, and one she'd made before, so all that was left was to stand outside and hope Wayne either used the same exit or thought to walk round and find her. They hadn't exchanged mobile numbers, but Lucy was fairly sure she'd recognise him. She hoped.

She bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited, wishing she hadn't skipped rock-climbing yesterday but knowing she'd had to in order to take off from work as early as she had today. She'd have to nag her housemates into a game of football this weekend, or the pent up energy was going to be the death of her. But for now, she was excited to see Wayne again!

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addingvalue
2014-10-15 01:27 pm UTC (link)

Instead of shoving him, Lucy laughed. It actually helped, Wayne making light of it. Perhaps it wasn't as huge an obstacle as she'd built it up to be in her head. Maybe she could have both, and not doing much (any) magic wouldn't be a big deal.

"Yeah, but how do you make that decision?" Lucy asked. Other than her family, she'd never told anyone. She wasn't sure of the exact wording of the Statute of Secrecy, and it wasn't the kind of thing it was easy to get caught doing, as long as it went well... But there were other concerns. "Anyway, it's a catch 22. How can you get close enough to tell someone while you're holding such a big thing back?"

She filed away his comment about 'meetings and groups', adding it to her private stock of evidence. She wondered if he even realised how much he was telling her. People didn't sometimes, or else they thought they'd told her officially when they hadn't.

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waynecymraeg
2014-10-16 12:54 am UTC (link)

Wayne nodded. She was right about the catch-22, though he hadn't thought that much into it. He supposed it was easier to justify telling a Muggle about magic, a Muggle you weren't related to or dating, as long as she was bearing your offspring.

"I guess you can't, really," he sighed. "I mean, since I left school and the Trace was still on me, I was used to not living with magic that entire time. After that, it just seemed...excessive. Plus, most of the stuff we learned in classes didn't seem that...useful in an everyday setting? Like, who cares if you can brew a perfect draught of living death if you don't know what dish soap is the best one for your money, right?"

Not that he was a dish soap snob by any means.

"Or why Goblin Wars are so important versus 'just tell me a good rule of thumb about calculating the exchange rate between galleons and pounds sterling.' That'd be great."

Wayne polished off the sandwich and brushed his hands on his jeans.

"I guess I decided to come back into the magical world because it's hard enough to live honestly, but why make it harder by hiding something like 'where you went to school' when it's the key that opens the door to the rest of your identity?" Wow, that sounded deep. Wayne was proud of himself for that.

"You should come back too. There's tons of jobs, and they won't ask for A-levels or your sister's GCSE's. Most people know what the war did to kids our age, and are willing to work with us, however we turned out as a result of all that shit."

At least, he was pretty sure that's the way it was.

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addingvalue
2014-10-17 04:24 pm UTC (link)

Lucy nodded, in perfect agreement that potions had been pretty much entirely useless to her everyday life - even though it was one of the things she had been better at. "You can buy potions anyway," she said, remembering what Ernie had said about pepper-up potion. "And who wants to give up electricity to use magic?" Having lived without television or phones or a hairdryer for six years at school, Lucy wasn't keen to give them up again.

"Galleon's five pounds, give or take," she said immediately. She'd looked up the exchange rate the second time she'd popped into Finnigan's on her own. "It's the sickles and knuts that are a little more difficult." Wizarding money was really inconvenient - had they never heard of the decimal system?

Lucy broke into her muffin as Wayne spoke, setting it on the step between him and gesturing for him to help himself. "I don't know..." She wasn't at all sure that it had been the war that had derailed her wizarding education. She just hadn't been very good at magic, and she figured most jobs were going to require more use of her wand than she'd be capable of. "But I can come back to socialise, at least. There must be wizards who have jobs in the muggle world, other than the two of us."

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