RP: Self-Help Mumbo-Jumbo

[rar_seamus]

Date: 21 March 1999
Characters: Seamus Finnigan, Anyone Else
Location: Flourish and Blotts
Status: Public
Summary: Seamus follows the healer's orders
Completion: Incomplete

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[rar_anthony]

Anthony knew he shouldn't be spending money--he had managed to forego purchasing a new runic dictionary the other day, but once again he found himself browsing amongst the stacks. At least it was a different bookshop this time, as if that counted for anything. Just more temptation, really.

He reminded himself, as he caressed the spines of the volumes in the Muggle Classics section, that he was going to be moving soon, and that he still didn't have a proper job, and that his pocket money was running low. He sighed and moved along, looking at the placard that marked the next section. Cookbooks--well, he certainly had no need for those. He was about to move on, when he realised he wasn't alone.

"Seamus Finnigan?" Anthony spoke tentatively--it had been a while, and they'd never been close friends, but he didn't want to rpetend he hadn't seen Seamus.

[rar_seamus]

Seamus nearly jumped at being addressed, only barely stopping himself casting a paranoid glance over his shoulder. Idiot, he scolded himself, knowing fully well he was being silly -- it was just, his pride was at stake. He reminded himself again that no one was likely to give a damn what kind of books he was buying, even as he made sure the ones he held were facing inward and tucked under his arm.

He turned to see Goldstein, sending the other lad a nod. Seamus hadn't seen him since classes had let out, not that they'd talked much when they'd still been in session. "'Lo, Goldstein. Been a while; how've you been?"

[rar_anthony]

Anthony gave a little smile--he'd been stupidly concerned the other boy wouldn't remember him. He mentally rolled his eyes at himself. He wasn't that forgettable.

"I'm well," he said, "Just...browsing. Should probably be at work like a normal person, but I--oh. Um, sorry." Belatedly, he realised that he had, by proxy, called Seamus abnormal. "So, um. Book-shopping?" he asked to cover his embarrassment. Bloody hell, but he hated making small talk.

[rar_seamus]

Seamus felt his lips quirk up at one corner. "Trying to say 'm not normal, Goldstein?" He shook his head, chuckled, before thought of the books he carried and decided not to consider the irony of it. "Guess since we're neither of us normal by your definition, I can let it go."

He nodded, shrugged a bit. "Aye. Just picking up a few things, I guess. How about you, then? Filling the time between jobs, or ehm," he gestured to a display of baking guides, "looking for tips?"