March 25th, 1891 - Ben's Garden
Art usually wasn't in Irvingly this early; Quidditch practices didn't start until later in the day, and he would much rather spend the mornings talking about the birds in the window with Gwenog than doing anything in the realm of productivity. But if he was going to shove everything he needed to do into today — practice, write to Selwyn, go to the casino, ensure that things were in order for getting to Ireland in the morning — then he was going to have to come here early, (for some definition of early) and ensure they had a plan for the duel tomorrow.
He still didn't think he was capable of this — Art would practically rather be dueling Macmillan himself than setting up the rules for it, because he was sure he would forget something and then they'd really be fucked — but it was too late to back out, now, unless he could get Ben to call it off. So he'd sent a quick letter that he was coming early and he'd made it over, apparating into Ben's backyard rather than dealing with the floo, because a minor crime felt pretty low-scale at this point. He was too tired to really be thinking about it; between the money he owed the boxing venue and the duel itself Art wasn't sleeping well, and he didn't think he'd be able to actually rest until, maybe, next week. And that was if he was actually able to make the money back.
"Hey," Art said; he was leaning against a tree in Ben's garden, having never even made an attempt at going in Melody's house today. "I talked to Emrys Selwyn last night, there's just a couple things before it's all — ready."
He still didn't think he was capable of this — Art would practically rather be dueling Macmillan himself than setting up the rules for it, because he was sure he would forget something and then they'd really be fucked — but it was too late to back out, now, unless he could get Ben to call it off. So he'd sent a quick letter that he was coming early and he'd made it over, apparating into Ben's backyard rather than dealing with the floo, because a minor crime felt pretty low-scale at this point. He was too tired to really be thinking about it; between the money he owed the boxing venue and the duel itself Art wasn't sleeping well, and he didn't think he'd be able to actually rest until, maybe, next week. And that was if he was actually able to make the money back.
"Hey," Art said; he was leaning against a tree in Ben's garden, having never even made an attempt at going in Melody's house today. "I talked to Emrys Selwyn last night, there's just a couple things before it's all — ready."
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