Justin Finch-Fletchley (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} basilisk_srvivr) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandorarpg, |
Justin watched with amusement as, after his drink, Michael's words became accompanied by a series of bubbles shaped like butterflies. The bubbles began fluttering their wings and approached Michael's face, touching his nose as if in a kiss, then flying away. "No poison, just magical dungs for the grapes."
He took a sip of his own wine, took a moment to enjoy the music bursting upon his tongue, and shrugged. "I've been experimenting. I suppose I can't live off family money forever, so I need to figure out something to do. It's been fun, anyhow. As you've seen, that's the butterfly batch. The bottles with treble clef labels are the music batch. You'll get a real kick out of those."
He chuckled and pointed across the room, where his sister was looking over a copy of The Daily Prophet and gleefully watching the moving pictures. "I don't know about that, mate. I've been told we're practically the same person, I'm just taller, and she's got nicer tits." He looked down at his chest and pouted playfully. "Not that I've much to compare with, anyhow."
