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Zacharias Smith (unspeakableness) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Zacharias had spent the night before figuring out how to take apart and put the projector thing he'd gotten from Romeo back together. He'd examined the pieces, trying to compare it with what he knew of similar Muggle devices thanks to Stacey and his tinkering with what they had in their flat. He'd pulled out old notes, the television and film player, and the game player while studying the projector thing. Thankfully, he'd known how to work around and with his own charms and wards to make it work in his flat (and may have actually watched something while falling asleep, though he'd never tell if so), especially without the added element of the electricity. But a magical pub in the middle of a magical street would be another challenge entirely. However, he hadn't been daunted by it, and, in fact, the idea had excited him, even if he'd have preferred to have had more time to work it out.

After work, he packed his bag, double checking that the projector and notes (both old and new ones he'd made last night) were in there. It'd just be a pain to have to head home first to find them, and he was pleased to see he'd remembered them in his tired state that morning. Once he was satisfied that he had everything he needed, he gave a polite nod to a few coworkers and made the long trek from the Department of Mysteries to the Atrium, idly wondering if there weren't a more efficient way to handle the end of day rush.

The new project kept Zacharias from becoming too agitated at the time it took to get from work to Finnigan's (though, really, he normally was never in any particular hurry to get to any pub), though his outward appearance looked alert but neutral instead of jovial as he entered. He stepped to the side so as not to block the door and scanned the patrons, trying to remember what Dominic looked like. He had an image in his head from school, and he used it as the basis for his observations. Thankfully, it didn't take long to spot a familiar enough face nearby, and he headed straight to the table where a man sat with a drink.

"Hi, Dominic?" he said, mostly as a way to ensure he hadn't mistaken this man for someone else. However, given the image he had of Dominic in his mind had been burned there years ago when he'd accidentally caught him--He didn't want to think about it. Regardless of the question, he was nearly positive this man was the one he'd arranged to meet with about the charms, wards, and projector thing. "Zacharias," he added, just as a way to affirm who he was and potentially bypass any awkward introductions (or re-introductions).