Justin E. Finch-Fletchley (justifiability) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-09-19 01:03:00 |
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Despite his utter confusion as to how precisely he had managed to arrange a date without even intending to, Justin made his way to St. Ann's Square from the Apparition point, pausing in front of an electronics store to debate the merits of purchasing a mobile. It was a modern day folly really. It was unlikely anyone would call him on the device. Most of his close friends were of the magical sort and relied on the journal network. The muggles in his life, namely his family, ere happy to call him on the landline and to leave a message if he didn't happy to be home. Still, Justin couldn't deny the appeal of the shiny piece of plastic and metal. Maybe for Christmas he would treat himself.
Moving on, he took a seat on one of the benches that dotted the landmark. He was a good ten minutes early and there was no telling if his date dining companion would be punctual or not. While he sat there, Justin sort of wished he had brought a book to read, but that would have required him to actually be reading a book. He could purchase a newspaper, but he didn't fancy bringing that to dinner. He glanced at his watch. It shouldn't be long now.
"Excuse me, do I know you?" The voice wasn't familiar, but even before he looked up Justin knew what type of person he would be faced with. Female. Mid-to-late forties. Housewife. Possibly divorced. It was his father's key demographic. He was right. Though the woman looked a tad older. His father would be devastated.
Though he did not know the woman addressing him, manners dictated that Justin should stand, though he resisted the urge to shove his hands into his pockets. "I'm sorry, ma'am, you must be mistaken. Don't worry it happens all the time. I must have one of those faces." He offered her an apologetic smile in the hopes that it would be enough for her to go about her business and to leave him alone.
"No," the woman shook her head and peered at him through her dark fringe, "I definitely recognize that smile. You were in Macbeth with Harvey Fitch a few years back. Oh he was marvelous in that role!"
No, what his father was was pretentious enough to think that he could add additional scenes to the Bard's play, necessitating casting younger versions of himself in the title role for flashback scenes. Harvey thought it a grand family gathering to cast his sons in the parts. Justin had hate every moment in front of the camera. But he didn't say that. Instead, Justin merely inclined his head in acknowledgement. "I know it was a life long dream of his to add to the Shakespearean tradition. He would be happy to hear that you enjoyed it."
It looked like the unknown woman was about to add to the conversation, but Justin saw Seamus amble into his line of sight and never before had Justin been so happy to see the other man. "I apologize," he cut her off before she had a chance to speak, "but I just saw my companion. Thank you for your kind words. I will certainly pass them along the first chance I get." Nodding his farewell, Justin hurried over to his fellow wizard.
"Please tell me you brought your appetite," Justin offered by way of greeting, pausing when he realized how that sounded. "For meat. I mean. For food. Mama Bess' is probably some of the best Jamaican you can find in the country."