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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Rich laughed. "My schedule runs from hectic to insane. I'll try to keep you up to date as to when I'm around, but there are times I need to pop halfway around the world to take care of business. We'll work it out. I also do a fair share of broom racing and test flying on the weekends. I'll do my best to fit it with your work schedule and I'll try to give you things to practice on when I'm not around."

"Right then." His grin took a bit of a wicked twist as he stood up and started walking away from Dora. It was a simple enough spell. Any teenage boy worth his salt could Banish a bra. The real trick was banishing his suit, shirt, tie, and shoes while summoning his workout clothes and fighting robes from his flat without letting his pants flap in the breeze, and while moving. Between one step and the next his outfit was changed. As he turned to face her, a sword appeared in his hand in a low guard, magical fire running down the blade like water and dripping off the point, vanishing before it hit the roof. He brought his shield up with his left hand. It was a very economical shield, barely enough to cover his body and angled to deflect spells, rather than block them.

"Want to go for it luv?" he asked, still smiling. "Dueling is what you used to do."