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[family_mcfinn]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'A Meeting of the Minds' / Wednesday, 28th, September / 7PM
Location: Grounds
Open To: Wesley Broderick
Currently Involving: Wes, Fi

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[wesleybroderick]

Wesley had been out, taking a nice little stroll by the lake after dinner. Wednesdays were so incredibly busy for him that this was really the first break that he got, and he relished it. Time to himself when he didn't have to worry about those aggravating Mudbloods, or any particular responsibilities.

He passed a tree, murmuring to himself about how much work that he probably should have been doing, but he heard the sound of a soft voice as it came from the tree.

Whipping around as he felt his wand fly from his pocket, he immediately muttered, "Finite!" so as to stop his wand from flying all the way to the girl. It dropped to the ground between them, and he ran after it, stepping on it to stop her from calling for it again.

Fionnabhair McFinn.

Dammit. If it had been anyone but her, he'd have immediately hexed her into next week. As it was, he couldn't be quite as brash. He didn't want to turn Keary from their cause before he'd even really gotten the boy.

"Fionnabhair, what the hell do you think you're doing?" His tone was

[family_mcfinn]

There was danger in her eyes as she looked up to him. Bollocks, she thought she would have been able to catch it before he did. But instead, she found himself thrashing to her knees as his foot pressed down on the wand just seconds before she could grab it. So now, there she kneeled, glaring up at the very person that the tiny voice in her head was telling her to run from

[wesleybroderick]

...Wesley wasn't sure whether to take the little twerp seriously, or to laugh in her face. She honestly thought that he was going to actually lift his foot so that she could break his wand?

That in itself was laughable.

"And... why, dear Fionnabhair, would you be trying to break my wand?" His tone was getting more dangerous, and more condescending, by the second as he continued to look down at her. He wasn't ready to take action just yet, but if she got any more mouthy (which, he knew was probably going to happen... she wasn't the brightest little Gryffindor), he knew that he'd have to do something about her.

He wasn't sure what just yet, but something nonetheless. He didn't care for that little look in her eye either. He wasn't worried in the least; she was only a second year, but it wasn't very respectful, that look she had on her face.

[family_mcfinn]

Oh, blimey.

He didn't look too happy, did he. For some reason, Fi had held high hopes that he'd take it all in stride, forfeit his wand, and learn a lesson from it all. But obviously, he wasn't willing to cooperate.

She crossed thin arms over her chest, and shifted so that her hip slightly jutted out. A brow raised, and she replied, "Obviously, it's so that ye won' hurt any of my mates again. Didn' I jus' say that? You? Hurtin' my mates? Top o' the evenin' to ye, lad. Catch up with me, wouldja?"

Oh, she was in trouble. She knew it, but Fi had a problem with this whole holding-her-tongue thing. She was an open-mouth-insert-foot kinda girl, after all. Words did not normally pass through her brain for confirmation before she said them.

But afterwards, of course, with the twenty twenty hindsight and all taken into consideration, she felt as if what she said was a bad idea. But oh well. Couldn't take it back now, could she?