Finn Finnigan-Thomas

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In all honesty, Caleb hadn’t expected a reply or at least not one that met his harsh commentary back with friendly chit chat. It caused him to hesitate, his eyes locked upon the brunette as he seemingly rambled on; who even did that? — and to a stranger none the less. His lips pressed together firmly, a moment of silence falling between the two men as he considered his response. “Caleb — My name is Caleb, and I don’t tend to frequent places like this if I can avoid doing so.” His gaze moved towards the door, quickly gathering his surroundings. “— London though, no, it isn’t new to me. Only this shop is. How is it you find this place even half way decent for getting work done in?”

“Coffee shops are like home to me, this place is the best out of the many cafes I have been too,” Finn gave Caleb a slight confused look. “I haven’t seen you around before,” he shrugged before sighing. 

“You don’t like coffee shops? Are you too high end for them?” Finn laughed hoping the other understood it was a joke. 

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Arlo was far too used to the office space in Diagon Alley being shared, he didn’t even look up as he let himself into the room. He considered himself friends with almost everybody who had reason to work there so checking his surroundings wasn’t a priority. He only made a point of turning his attention away from the various sheets of parchment in his hand when he was comfortably sitting at an overcrowded desk. Smiling the moment he realised it was Finn, he abandoned his work, raising his eyebrows as it became clear it was his second cup of coffee. “Has it been a long day?” He asked, equally curious and concerned. “Perhaps you should take a break?” 

Finn’s head slowly rose when he heard a familiar voice hit his ears. He never really talked to people in this office but knew Arlo was a good soul. “You can say that again man,” he laughed and looked down at his paper. “Sadly I can’t, article is due whenever the game is over -- Arlo I bloody hate this thing,” Finn threw his quill masterfully placing a large splatter of black ink on the parchment, he groaned in response. 

“You think it’d bode well if I just don’t do this? I demand a better piece more fitting for me?” Finn glanced back over to Arlo, his eyes round and puppy dog like. He knew it wouldn’t do him well, but he also wasn’t into turning in something he wasn’t proud of. 

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The sounds of the coffee shop and the other patrons that filled it brought a mild annoyance to Caleb. He wasn’t used to occupying that particular shop, but on that day he hadn’t much of a choice and simply needed a place to grab a cup of coffee and keep his eye on his surroundings.  His eyes landed upon a fellow patron as the other gave out a clear groan of frustration, seemingly giving up on whatever project he had laid out before him. Caleb rolled his eyes, scoffing lightly under his breath as he leaned back into the over sized arm chair. “— what, can’t think of how to put your thoughts to paper?”

Finn quickly glanced up, the sound of another human being startling him out of his sad stupor. He stared at the other man questioningly, Finn had been going to this coffee shop for years but he never saw his face before. It wasn’t till after a while of staring that he realized the other had asked a question.  “Oh, um -- no -- not at all, just have to write about this sports match which is hell, how am I supposed to know everything when they don’t even have the funds to send me to the bloody game!” Finn was usually very open to everyone he met, so this wasn’t a surprise. “So I have to wait for someone who is actually there to send me information, it’s nuts,” he groaned.  “Anyways I’m Finn and you are? I haven’t seen your face around here much. Are you new here? To London that is,” he finally quieted down allowing the other to speak.

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Finn was needless to say -- stressed. He had absolutely no interest in writing a crummy article about whether or not a Quidditch game was happening. He loved the sport it was something he and his dad Seamus bonded over, but writing about it was not his forte. Finn wanted the hard and gritty things, the stuff that made you enemies not whether or not the Appleby Arrows would win against the Ballycastle Bats.

Downing the last of his coffee he stared at the empty parchment paper and pushed it all to the side. One more coffee, he thought to himself, one more and I'll prove that I can take on a worthy article. Finn bought himself another coffee -- extra sweet and extra creamy with almond milk --and then sat down.

Worthless staring was all he found himself doing after a few more minutes yet again, before groaning and laying his head on the table.

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Bio

You saw DYLAN O'BRIEN in London recently? It was actually FINN FINNIGAN-THOMAS, the two share a resemblance. Apparently HE is PASSIONATE and THOUGHTFUL but can also be STUBBORN and NAIVE. They are TWENTY THREE and were sorted into GRYFFINDOR. The MUGGLEBORN works as a INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALIST FOR A SMALL WIZARDING PAPER, lives in LONDON and is affiliated with DUMBLEDORE’S ARMY. (Tam, 24, MST, they/them)

Aesthetics: coffee shops, too many paper stacks on a desk, a cork board full of news clippings and red lines, thrifted clothes, old vintage cameras, peaches and oranges, food that's too spicy, fall weather.

Full Name: Finn Finnigan-Thomas

FC: Dylan O'Brien

Age: 23

School: Alumni of Hogwarts

House: Gryffindor

Country of Origin: Ireland

Current Place of Residence: A small bachelor pad in the middle of London with one too many health code violations.

Canon Relatives: Adopted son of Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas  

Career: Investigative journalist for a small local wizarding world paper -- would love to make it to the big leagues though.

Affiliation: Like his dads -- part of Dumbledore's Army

Significant Other: Single like a pringle, he's a lot to take in sometimes

Sexuality: Very fluid. Wouldn't care if their male, female or neither.

HC's: - Believes clothes has absolutely no gender, will wear what he feels like wearing. - Though adopted, he picked up Seamus' explosive can do attitude and Dean's level headed thinking. - He really is just an apprentice for another Journalist but very much so does what he wants regardless of how much trouble he gets into. - Finn loves coffee and by loves I mean LOVES coffee, it's not a normal day if he has less than three cups. - He hates his name.