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Ernest (Ernie/Ern) Macmillan (ernsthename) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-10-24 22:49:00

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!status: complete, ^date: october 31 2003, character: ernie macmillan, character: justin finch-fletchley

Characters: Justin and Ernie
Setting: Starting at Ernie's Office
Rating: PG, likely
Summary: Ernie asks Justin to meet up for lunch.

Ern had arrived at work promptly at 7:00 AM, more than an hour early that morning as he wanted to work on a few things right away. He left before Hannah woke up, leaving her a note of apology and a kiss on her forehead as she was sleeping on the couch. He felt guilty, but he knew that she wouldn't let him leave if she knew what he dreamt. He was going to send a memo to Pucey, but then got sidetracked with the ten other things he should be doing that were on his desk awaiting his arrival.

Ern was anything besides well. He startled far too easily when someone accidentally dropped a heavy volume onto the ground with a loud thump, or at just about any other loud noise. He had a hard time getting any of his ten tasks that needed to be done before he left that evening done as he continually thought of the dreams and of the strange marking that he had just noticed that morning. It looked more like ash than a bruise than anything else, really. He tried to wash it off, but it just didn't go away. And so that added to the list of things that bothered him to no end. He had no idea of what that meant, or whether it did mean anything. Maybe I'm just starting to go mad from the lack of sleep, he thought to himself. He quickly scribbled a note in his journal for Justin, grateful for a prompt response and that he would be able to drop by soon enough.

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ernsthename
2011-10-26 04:22 am UTC (link)

"I think so," Ernie said. "Once I get this checked, and it is indeed a skin condition or something, I think I'll be alright." He never seen one like that though. It just seemed odd to just happen overnight too. But he decided against going along with this line of thought.

He could still easily remember what went on in the dream and can see it in its own frighteningly real way, but once he got a grip on where his stance was on divination he was able to dismiss it as another dream. Which is what it was. He'll have to remember to emphasize that with Hann later though.

"Thanks, Justin. I don't know what I'd do without you," Ernie said, squeezing him tightly in the hug before letting go.

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basilisk_srvivr
2011-10-26 04:45 am UTC (link)

Hearing Ernie say that tugged at Justin's heart. He felt the same way, but rarely said so in a way that wasn't joking. That was how Justin dealt with things - either made a joke of it, or denied it.

"All right, enough of this mushy stuff. Let's go get you fed before you fall over and pass out. Han would have me by the bollocks if I didn't take care of you." He slung an arm over Ernie's shoulders and started leading him out of the office.

"Now, how 'bout that new restaurant down Diagon? I hear there's a server there with knockers out to here!"

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ernsthename
2011-10-26 05:28 am UTC (link)

Ernie was going to comment about being able to get along well enough despite being in near-starvation workaholism mode... Justin would've certainly made a point to show up to make him eat, and visits weren't the most smiled upon practices at work. For some reason or another.

"I wouldn't mind trying the new place--for its food--not since--but I suppose you can go ahead and stare at her breasts, if you want," Ernie said with a shrug. It wasn't anything new with Justin, but Ernie didn't mind that in the least.

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