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Ernest (Ernie/Ern) Macmillan (ernsthename) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-12-16 23:06:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 07 2003, character: angelina johnson, character: bianca dunstan, character: dean thomas, character: ernie macmillan, character: jasper dorny, character: justin finch-fletchley, character: michael corner, character: zacharias smith

Who: Anyone who is attending Justin's birthday party as advertised here
When: Starts at 18:00
Where: Ernie's flat -- Roseglen Flats, number 301
Rating: TBD

The surprise had been blown but it didn't mean that Ernie was going to do a lesser job at the party, nor did it mean that it wasn't going to be a great time. What his goal in the end was to celebrate his best friend, of course. Ernie tried his best to forgive Zacharias during these trying times, but the man was getting on his nerves. He felt bad for Smith, and had accompanied Heather to the funeral that morning, but steered clear of his former classmate, just since he wasn't sure what he'd do if he had heard another smart remark.

He shook his head as if in an effort to dislodge his former classmate from his mind. Ernie had ordered enough pizza, and put out enough crisps and other snacks to feed a small army. He would rather have too much than too little, and had similarly erred on the side of caution when it came to drink. He was aware that Bianca was going to bring in some cake, and all was well in the world. For now, at least.

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Dean & Open

artisgratia
2011-12-19 07:32 pm UTC (link)

Dean left work, went home and changed into more comfortable clothes before setting out to Ernie's. He' had a gift for Justin, some he'd used with Seamus many a time by now, and thought Justin would appreciate. It wasn't quite the same with Seamus not being able to attend, but there was nothing to be done about it. Besides, Justin was planning to come by later anyway. They could pick up Seamus at work and hang out a bit longer and celebrate.

Celebrating was something they needed. The rash of nightmares showed no sign of dying down, nor did the murders. Dean was left feeling unsettled at best and afraid at worst. Every time one of his friends complained of another night's bad dreams, Dean only grew more worried. He was doing his best to to make it obvious, but he knew he wasn't really fooling those closest to him. Hopefully tonight would take his mind off it, at least for a little bit.

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