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Cormac McLaggen (mclaggish) wrote in wished,
@ 2009-09-22 23:32:00

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!1997: 09, !incomplete, cormac mclaggen, fred weasley

Who: Cormac McLaggish and Fred Weasley
What: While everyone knows Fred Weasley, Cormac believes everyone should know him. Unfortunately he's very much unaware that the hitwizard that seems to be lurking believes one of them to be a wanted criminal. Wait, what? More to come!
Where: The semi-bustling Diagon Alley
When: The early hours of the evening
Rating: PG-13 considering Cormac and Fred are involved

It was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Perhaps not to others, but to Cormac McLaggen the fact that he had to fetch his own coffee was more ridiculous then the new secretary's overly blonde hair. Perhaps it wouldn't have been so horrible had she been attractive. He wasn't even allowed to oogle an attractive bird when he walked in to his office every morning. Life certainly did seem to enjoy being so cruel to him lately. No matter. The office, usually, provided them with decent coffee. It always helped those last few hours go by when he had little to no work sitting on his desk. Really, Cormac never had any work on his desk. He always found a way to pawn it off to others whenever he could. He enjoyed his job, of course, but the busy work was not fitting to his wanted lifestyle. Though he often found himself doing it more then he really wanted.

The coffee had been empty and no one was around to make him another pot. Typical. He was sure whoever was in charge of it was off socializing. Giving the coffee pot a rather sour look, it was only fair that Cormac take it as a sign to take his leave from the office for the day. He was fairly certain, after all, that no one would go looking for him. If they did, there was always tomorrow.

The alley that was usually bustling and busy wasn't so much, but Cormac didn't mind. He had always hated trying to weave his way through the large, choking crowd. He paused, for a moment, eying a small picture of a professional Quidditch group. Shaking his head, he scoffed, picking up his pace once more. "Rubbish. Ought to be me in that picture." He certainly wasn't still bitter over his denial to play Quidditch at Hogwarts. Not at all.

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weasleyforge
2009-09-24 02:49 am UTC (link)

They'd just locked up the shop, and seeing as it wasn't smelling particularly wonderful at the moment Fred decided that taking a walk through the alley would be a good idea - particularly as he thought he'd seen a hag hanging about the doorways, and he'd been able to sneak out the back before she saw him and starting thinking again that he was George.

He stopped and looked in the window of QQS before he even noticed who was standing about him. When he did, he grinned - more because he remembered the bloke's name than because he had anything productive to say to him. Just when he thought he'd had it, though, the bloke started walking off.

"McLaggen?" That was right, wasn't it? He thought he'd remembered his name, at least. Yelling it as he double-stepped behind him to catch up to his side would at least get his attention, even if the name was wrong. "What were you mumbling about?"

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mclaggish
2009-09-30 05:03 am UTC (link)

Cormac was stopped again by a rather familiar voice. Who didn't know the voice of one of the infamous Weasley twins? The difficulty; however, was attempting to tell them apart. If it was up to him, he would have had their names permanantly written on their forehead until the very end of time...or whatever seemed to come first. Twins. Bah! Unless you were, of course, the Patil twins. They were a completely different story and different subject matter all together.

Cormac turned, giving the Weasley a look before standing tall, as tall as he could next to Fred, and shrugged. "Nothing. If it was something meant for to be heard, I wouldn't have been mumbling it." Which was true! He really wasn't proud that his Quidditch playing back in Hogwarts was less then subpar, but he would always insist it was Harry's fault. No matter how many other people continued to say otherwise.

"How's that business of yours going? Heard it's quite the successful store." Small talk was, really, not Cormac's speciality. Schmoozing and sweet talking he could do. Pretending to care, while part of his job, was just really not in him like it seemed to be with other McLaggen clan members.

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weasleyforge
2009-10-07 12:39 am UTC (link)

"Quite," Fred said, mimicking Cormac's tone and surprised at how shit he was at actually pretending like he cared about the words coming out of his mouth.

"How's... what is you do?" Something with the Ministry, Fred was almost sure, but he actually wasn't sure and he might have been making that up, because it wasn't like until he'd seed the lower form he'd even thought about what McLaggen might be doing.

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