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Dean Thomas (artisgratia) wrote in pandorarpg,

Dean wanted - no, needed - to get out. He'd been off work since four, and had plans for making dinner for when Seamus got off at eight, but the four hours in between were suddenly maddening. He sketched almost two hours, and yet drew nothing that satisfied him. Finally he went and had a shower and changed his clothes. He decided he needed to check in on Lavender, but wasn't certain how well he'd be received or even where she was at the moment. He'd had a disagreement with her, though nothing like the row she and Seamus had had, but that didn't stop him from being concerned.

But he could talk to Michael. He'd let Michael know he'd be stopping by and there was no better time than now. He could have company as well as check on Lavender. Right about six-thirty, Dean showed up at the Leaky Cauldron and headed right for the bar. "Hey mate," he greeted him, his tone a bit more subdued than usual.