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1972 / Give It Up (Flynn)
« on: 12/19/2011 at 00:56 »
7 July 1972
5:31 PM

Bo was staring down at the piece of paper in his hands. It had been folded, unfolded, and refolded a thousand times in the span of the hours he had been given it. He knew its contents so well now he could probably write them in his sleep, but still he double checked the address to make sure he had gotten it correct. She had said she got off at 5:30, but maybe she had made plans after work with her new coworkers? Maybe she took the long way home. A sudden, horrible thought occurred to him that made him rethink his whole plan.

What if Finnian had moved here with her? What if he was actually inside?

No. Stop this nonsense.

Bo mentally shook himself. He was acting like a scared first year. This was not the first girl he had ever been interested in. After last term, the Hufflepuff graduate would be hard pressing keeping up with all of the girls he'd snogged on both hands. He forced his hands to pocket the worn napkin once and for all, for good measure wiping his hands on his trousers to remove any trace of nervous sweat. If this was going to work out at all like he wanted, he needed to get it together.

She was just a girl.

He resisted checking his watch again, and opted intead to sit on the stoop outside the apartment building. If she didn't come soon, he told himself, he would just call it off and try it another day. Five more minutes, surely. That was plenty of time, and if she didn't arrive...well, Bo had a list of things he could be doing besides this. Hadn't Elias mentioned getting a party together tonight?

Of course, he mentioned something of the sort every night.

Fifteen minutes later, Bo was done. He sighed, standing up finally to dust himself off and apparate back to his temporary residence. As he turned, his eyes caught a familiar outline walking up the hill, towards him. He stopped, giving himsef a glance over to make sure he was still presentable. As Flynn approached, he leaned on the rail of the stairs. He would keep this casual.

"Sorry," He shrugged, as if it was no big deal, his turning up here. "Don't own an owl."

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