break the spell

[DAVIN SEAMUS FINNIGAN]

It was a Friday night and he had no plans. Davin didn't mind that. Not this week. This week had been entirely exhausting for reasons he couldn't even tell anyone. Well, except his co-workers. But after a week of seeing their faces, the last thing Davin wanted was to talk to them about more work. So the moment the clock hit the end of his working hour, Davin packed up his things, said goodbye to his boss and walked out of the Department of Mysteries. He usually stayed an hour or so behind, so there was a hint of surprise when his boss bid him farewell. Ah well. Let them think he had some hot date that he needed to get ready for.

Davin wouldn't mind having a hot date. But he didn't. He could have one, provided the girl decided to say yes. But there were other issues to consider. Wasn't he lucky that he hadn't asked her out before their respective best friends decided to break up? Were they broken up? Maybe those two were taking a break. Davin never understood on and off relationships. Not that TJ had many of those. He was ever so thankful that his best friend didn't bring home a strange girl every other night. Davin might have to set some rules if that ever happened.

Leaving the Ministry, Davin found a spot and disapparated. He appeared in front of his flat, the one that he shared with TJ. “Honey, I'm home!” Davin called out, as he opened the door. That was his standard greeting to TJ ever since they moved in. He only did it because one of their neighbours gave the two of them such a disgusted look the day they moved in. He liked to think they were seething inside every time they heard his voice. “I hope you've made dinner because I'm starving.” He said, plopping down on the couch. Of course, he expected TJ to be in. He had fought with his girlfriend, hadn't he? He wasn't going to be out with her.


tagged: TJ!
words: 345
wearing: this
notes: bromance ftw?

[TYLER JAMES 'TJ' DAVIES]

Friday night was usually exciting, to some extent. TJ wasn’t the sort of person who “stayed in”. He was a social butterfly who loved to talk to people and crack jokes. He didn’t require being at the center of attention, but he certainly enjoyed it. There was nothing wrong with hitting up a couple bars with his friends, having a couple drinks, and then apparating with Davin back to their apartment (because the pair rarely did anything without each other, even these days). The past couple months, Friday nights had been him and Sloper, sometimes dragging Davin and Dom along with them (though recently, “drag” wasn’t the proper word. Davin seemed to enjoy coming more and more…). But now he was Sloper-less. At least, he thought so. She hadn’t contacted him in a week, and he was being his stubborn old self. But he was starting to break down, and he really wanted to talk to her.

Laid out on the old couch in their living room, TJ hadn’t bothered changing out of his work clothes, which weren’t really work clothes at all. Still, he hadn’t bothered to change into anything more comfortable. There were two large pizzas stacked on their coffee table, the top one’s lid flopped open, nearly half of the pie already devoured. Two six packs of beer were also carelessly placed on the table, three from one of the packs gone, two empty ones on the floor by the couch, one, half full, in TJ’s hand. A blank, if not totally pathetic, expression was apparent on the young man’s face, and he simply had no energy to respond to his best friend and housemate in the usual manner.

He grunted, signaling to Davin where he was. Once his friend sat on the opposite side of the couch from him, he sat up, running a hand over his head a couple times, trying to rub away his exhaustion. He grimaced when Davin mentioned dinner, and he gestured lazily at the pile of junk food before them. “Help yourself.” He tried to force a smile onto his face, as he hated being the downer, but he could barely do it. The week itself had been horrible. No Sloper, hard times at work. He couldn’t focus! “Good day?” he asked, half-interested. He’d picked up enough to know that his housemate hadn’t had the best week either.

TAGS: Davin Finnigan
WORDS: 397
OUTFIT: CLICK!
NOTES: I can’t wait until TJ is happy again and they can be sexy and happy together.

[DAVIN SEAMUS FINNIGAN]

TJ was seated on the couch. Davin looked him over, decided not to mention anything about him looking horrible, and grabbed a beer. TJ hadn't even replied to his greeting. Ah well. As he took a sip of it, he wondered just how they were going to spend the weekend. He certainly hoped they wouldn't be just lazing around having beers and pizza. That didn't sound very appealing to Davin. Of course, if that was what TJ wanted, Davin would oblige. Not without trying to change his mind first, naturally. At least he went to work today. Davin did not fancy the idea of having to look after TJ when he was heartbroken.

“Pizza. Is it cold?” He asked, before taking up one slice. It was still warm. He bit into it, looking at TJ as he did so. “Absolutely brilliant.” Davin said, with a touch of sarcasm. “You can tell me about your equally brilliant day, you know. Except I can't return the favour. But that's alright. Your day would be so much more exciting than mine.” Davin spoke. “Surrounded by the latest broomsticks, Quaffles, Snitches...” He continued. He was making a point not to mention a certain girl. “Why did we not go into Professional Quidditch, Davies?” Davin asked. “We'd be famous. Our faces would be plastered all over stadiums... At least until we ended up in St Mungo's.”

Oh, Davin was a good enough Chaser, but he doubted he could survive in Professional Quidditch. The players he'd seen? They were huge. At least, those who were Chasers and Beaters. Plus, he didn't want to end up getting whacked by bludgers every few days a week. That was his reason. Besides, there was never enough satisfaction for him in playing Quidditch. At least, being an Unspeakable made him feel like there was something he was doing that could benefit the Wizarding society.

tagged: TJ!
words: 314
wearing: this
notes: sexy and happy!

[TYLER JAMES 'TJ' DAVIES]

He grunted again, shutting his eyes and holding his half-drank beer to his forehead, letting the cool condensation on the outside lick at his forehead, soothing the mild headache that had been there all day. Having Davin home was certainly better than being alone; he obviously enjoyed the company of his best friend. But there was something about this week that made him feel completely and totally antisocial and down-right miserable. Maybe it was because he and his girlfriend had gotten into the most epic of all fights, resulting in her storming out of his flat in a screaming rage while he continued to fire loud insults and counterpoints as she stomped down the front walk. Just maybe.

“I learned how to stitch the thumbs on keeper gloves today.” he said rather dryly, opening his eyes and looking over at Davin, who was uncannily chipper. It was possible that he was just as chipper as always, and TJ just needed to get back to his normal level of happiness. TJ hummed slightly at the thought of professional quidditch that Davin brought up, closing his eyes again and once more raising his beer to his forehead, this time on the opposite temple. It was an extraordinary field of work, if one could call it that. Traveling all the time, meeting amazing people, playing your favorite sport every day! There were many downsides, he’d learned. He’d been to enough matches and behind-the-scenes things to figure them out, besides everything he knew from having a professional quidditch player for a father. Barely any time for a social life or family, rigorous and ruthless training schedule, little choice in almost everything you do and say. The trade off, to him, was definitely not worth it. Like he would ever have been good enough for a professional team anyway. He only had half his father’s blood.

“Speaking of quidditch,” he said, perking up a little as he remembered something that would definitely improve his weekend. “Good tickets for the Falcons/Prides match tomorrow night. Good tickets.” he repeated, with emphasis. These were the sorts of things that he loved about working at a quidditch supply store. “You in?”



TAGS: Davin Finnigan
WORDS: 362
OUTFIT: CLICK!
NOTES: Bonding <3

[DAVIN SEAMUS FINNIGAN]

Davin got another grunt from his friend in response to the temperature of the food. Well, TJ was not up for conversation today. Though truth be told, he had not been up for conversation this whole week. Davin had not been in the flat when the argument happened, but it seemed that it was a huge fall out. It was apparently worse than all those previous ones that he had the misfortunate to be witness to. “Wow.” Davin replied, arching an eyebrow and putting on a fake impressed look on his face. “That’s awesome.” If TJ thought Davin was being serious, he just might have to give him a slap on the back of the head.

The male didn’t get any reply from TJ about them not going into Quidditch. Though perhaps he was asking the wrong person. TJ’s father was a Professional Quidditch player. TJ knew firsthand the pros and cons of that particular occupation. But, TJ finally seemed to have some life in him when he remembered that he had tickets for a match. Good tickets, as if he thought Davin didn’t hear him properly. “Good tickets?” He replicated his friend’s tone. “Not excellent ones?” He chuckled once. “Of course I’m in. It’s the Falcons!” Davin replied. While he didn’t have a favourite team, watching the Falcons made for a very entertaining match. He did side with Ireland during the Quidditch World Cup.

He chewed on the pizza, thinking silent thoughts. “So what other plans for the weekend do we have besides going to this Quidditch match? Or should we just laze around and not do anything? Or...” Davin took a sip of his beer, just as his pet came running up towards him and jumping onto his lap. “Hey, babe.” He patted his Crup, as she licked his hand. “A party?” He completed his sentence. “Here. Though that means we have to clean up the place.”


tagged: TJ!
words: 319
wearing: this
notes: partyyy!

[TYLER JAMES 'TJ' DAVIES]

With Davin’s imitation of him, TJ opened his eyes and frowned, turning his head to face his friend. Instinctively, he reached behind him and grabbed one of their dilapidated couch pillows and whacked Davin over the head with it, stuffing it back behind him afterwards. He smirked. Somehow, going through the motions of typical interactions with his best friend was already improving his mood. “They are damn f—king excellent.” he said, a little louder this time, hyping himself up a little. He hadn’t had the chance to go to a Quidditch match in the past couple week, which was a long time for him. Working at the Quidditch supply shop usually sent him to them on business, to scout players whose jerseys they should sell, or work with managers to sell merchandise or partner with. Either way, he got to see some great matches. This match, however, would be for fun. His boss was very generous with all the tickets he had, and often gave pairs or other amounts of them to TJ for him and his friends. “Damn right you’re in.” he said, grinning, and taking a nice long, last gulp of beer from the bottle in his hand before setting it down next to the two other ones on the floor.

He was definitely in a better mood now that he was around someone. Sitting alone, festering on the couch would never be to his benefit, or anyone’s benefit who was fighting with their girlfriend. Part of TJ wanted to do exactly was Davin last suggested. Sitting around and doing nothing would be a completely valid way to spend his weekend, as this week had been mentally and physically exhausting. He knew it would be the wrong answer, though. It wouldn’t be right of him to drag Davin’s happiness down with him. Where he failed, he should try to help his friend succeed, right? TJ’s ears perked up at the idea of a get together. “Here?!” TJ said incredulously. The pair had never had a serious party in their apartment before, besides little get togethers between groups of friends. Never more than seven or eight people. This was a serious opportunity.

“Here…here…hmm…” TJ contemplated, Sloper out of his mind for the first time in a long time. “Let’s do it.” And then he stopped considering and thinking, and just started talking. His mind was getting the better of him, but he didn’t care. He’d moved from depressed and sad to spiteful. He wanted to win the fight. “I say we go old school, man. Invite a bunch of people from our Hogwarts years. People from our year, the older guys from the Quidditch team, the girls we used to hang out with at parties. Everyone.” He stood up from enthusiasm, and started to pace on the other side of their coffee table, turning every few seconds to talk at Davin. “And make it like a Hogwarts party too. Bottles and a keg. None of this mixed drink, fruity bar bulls—t that we have to buy for girls these days.” Boy, he was taking liberties saying that. The only girl he’d bought a drink for in the past half year was Sloper, but he wasn’t even thinking about her now. Not really, anyways. Only in a revenge sort of manner. It was quite childish of him to want to have a great party and show her that he was still happy and alright, but it certainly wouldn’t end well.

TAGS: Davin Finnigan
WORDS: 582
OUTFIT: CLICK!
NOTES: So TJ is going to get super drunk at this party and just make a complete fool of himself and Sloper should definitely show up. WE NEED A SLOPER UGH.

[DAVIN SEAMUS FINNIGAN]

“Hey!” Davin protested when he saw that TJ was about to whack him on the head. He wouldn't say he deserved it. He was merely showing TJ just how he was replying. Of course, Davin didn't have quick reflexes that an Auror or a Hit-Wizard might have. He got a nice pat on the head. “I knew there was a reason why I didn't object to you working in the Quidditch shop.” Davin told him, as if his friend needed his permission to work there. “Awesome. I've got plans for the weekend. Well, one day of the weekend.” He nodded his head, pleased with this change of events.

Now all that was needed was for TJ to agree to this party. Davin hadn't heard of any parties going on this weekend. He could go to The Leaky Cauldron and hope to bump into a certain someone. But a party sounded like a good idea. They could surround themselves with people and TJ need not be down in the dumps over his latest argument with his girlfriend. Or ex girlfriend. Of course, there were cons to this whole party thing. Like TJ could mess things up even more. But since Davin would be around for this, he'd make sure his friend didn't get drunk and make out with random girls. “Yep. Here.” He nodded his head again. He grinned at the incredulous tone in TJ's voice. Hearing that tone was much better than hearing TJ grunt as a reply.

He watched his dog run off again as TJ thought about his idea. He didn't push TJ. His friend hadn't refused the idea yet. If he refused, Davin would push. Until then, he was perfectly fine to sit here and drink his beer and eat his pizza. He had the best intentions for suggestion a party. Get TJ's mind off Jackie. It appeared that he had succeeded when TJ gave the go ahead. “Sounds good. How about you take care of the invites and I'll get the drinks? Or the other way round?” He asked. Davin would love to invite Dominique Weasley. Ah well, perhaps she'd hear of this party through mutual friends. “I don't know about you, but I have not been buying many drinks for ladies.” It was true. His love life was sorely lacking, which was the reason why TJ dragged him out in the first place for a double date with Jackie. “Should there be a theme? You know, a beach party theme sounds pretty good to me. Babes in bikinis. Limbo dancing. Beer.”

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notes: meep

[TYLER JAMES 'TJ' DAVIES]

His mind was already swimming with ideas and enthusiasm. He wasn’t really sure why, but he needed this party to be a success. Well, that wasn’t completely true. As goofy as TJ was, he did have ulterior motives sometimes. He was trying to pretend he wasn’t aware of his subconscious though. He wanted this party to be amazing because he wanted Jackie to make her way through, see him having an amazing time, and then have some feelings about that accordingly. Like jealously. Or wanting him back. Wanting him back would be ideal, but for the time being he was happy to linger on the idea of her being extremely frustrated with him dancing around like a lunatic the way he used to when he was in Hogwarts.

Before Davin could really finish saying “the other way round”, TJ cut in. “Yeah, yeah! I’ll take care of invites.” He threw the blanket covering him off (where it subsequently landed on Davin’s head, over pizza and all) and jumped off the couch, diving towards his desk at the corner of the room, where a very fat pocketbook was dug out of a drawer. He began to flip through it, enticed by all the names and addresses inside that made him remember things from years past. This was going to the party of the century! But he was only focused on one name, and hers was toward the back of the book, and it wasn’t Sloper. His eyes widened a little as he reached the W’s, and his finger traced across “Dominique”. TJ cracked a smile of triumph. Invite Dominique, and he’d basically invited Sloper. It was ironic that he didn’t realize how much his friend really wanted that to happen, and not for the motives he was thinking of.

TJ wasn’t really listening to his friend throughout his mini-adventure, but he did hear his bit about a theme. TJ snapped the book shut, and sat down at the desk chair. “A theme, huh?” Realizing he was without a beer, he got up again and walked over to the table, popping the cap off of a fresh drink. As he made his way back over to the desk chair, TJ raised his eyebrows thoughtfully. “You, my friend, are a genius.” He raised his drink in Davin’s direction, as if toasting to him. Taking a quick sip, he continued. “We’ll have to decorate accordingly?” That wasn’t really his area of expertise, and it wasn’t exactly Davin’s either. The idea of asking a girl friend of theirs came up, but this was only discouraging. “We really need to find some friends that are girls, man.” Of course, TJ knew that, had he and Sloper been dating currently, Sloper would jump at the chance to help, but such was not the case.

TAGS: Davin Finnigan
WORDS: 467
OUTFIT: CLICK!
NOTES: PARTY PARTY PARTY PARTY.

[DAVIN SEAMUS FINNIGAN]

“Urgh.” Davin muttered when the blanket landed over him. “What’s with you and throwing things today?” He asked, not really expecting an answer. Actually, he didn’t even know where his friend was headed to. He got the blanket off him and nearly caused the pizza box to land on the floor. He shook his head, before dumping the blanket on the floor. His eyes soon saw TJ at his desk, and wondered what his friend was up to. Oh, right. Taking care of invites. For a brief moment, Davin thought of bringing up Dominque. But by inviting Dom, it was as good as inviting Jackie. Did TJ want that? Davin hadn’t been in a relationship where it ended on bad terms. Hell, he hadn’t been in a relationship that had constant arguments and screaming. He wouldn’t know the state of mind TJ was in now.

But he could want Jackie to see how happy he was. How he was getting on without her. That much Davin could understand. There was always a need to show any ex girlfriend that he was doing better without her. Though Davin always thought that meant someone wasn’t over that particular relationship. As he sat there contemplating all this, TJ had walked back and gotten himself another drink. “Yes, a theme.” He repeated himself. Or was that a little too ambitious? He had never thrown an actually party before. “Why, thank you. It only took you eighteen years to figure that out, but hey. Better late than never.” Davin said, shrugging.

“Yeah. I hear the sceptical tone in your voice. I think our sense of decorations leaves much to be desired.” Davin told him. “We do have sisters. You have one. I have one. Though I highly doubt I should be asking my fifteen year old younger sister for help in decorating for a party.” The male said, picking up his beer. “Or… books. I’m sure there’s books that are of this subject.” He took a bite of pizza, thinking. “Dude. We can hold a competition. A decorating competition.” He chuckled then, because he didn’t think anyone would want to do so. Then again, it might be fun and get the conversation flowing.


tagged: TJ!
words: 368
wearing: this
notes: partyyyyy!