“How long have I been out?” Finn questioned, looking at him. “Because I know you’re still in your suit, but you kind of look like shit, no offense.”

“Two days - not an all time high, but I’d appreciate it if you don’t try to ever beat your own record.” He teased, able to breath easier now that she was awake and definitely still Finn. “I look better than you.” Darcy murmured, snorting a laugh before leaning forward and kissing her forehead. “If you ever do this to me again, I’ll be so mad at you.”

“Oh, damn. That sucks. England is great, I miss it already.” Bev scrunched her nose slightly. “Why would they want to solve your attitude problems? Your attitude problems are great.”

“England’s okay. France was great. I used to miss it, but there’s nothing there for me anymore.” Darcy shrugged, not letting it bother him anymore. Or trying not to, at least. “I don’t think it had anything to do with my attitude. They didn’t want to deal with me. Which is fine, because I didn’t want to deal with them, either.”

Fionnuala took a swig of her own drink. “Resolutions are for idiots,” she replied. “I think you should try and better yourself all the time, not just once every year.”

“Well, yeah you should, but most people don’t.” Darcy rolled his eyes before closing them, content to just sit with her. “But if you need a New Year to give you a swift kick in the ass, I’m sure some people stick to it.” He sighed, opening his eyes and staring into his cup of tea, frowning at his decision not to put any milk in it tonight. “I think maybe I want to take a step toward becoming a Potions Master this year.” 

“I almost thought you were just some cute boy from Crowned Cay. With the dusty blonde hair and your ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude.” Bev teased. “What brings you to the States? Other than the, uh, bullshit.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” He replied dryly. Truth was, out of everyone from school, he didn’t mind Beverly. Dare he say he actually liked her. “Nah, been here much longer than all that. Thought it might solve all of my attitude problems. Clearly, they were correct.” Darcy drawled, rolling his eyes.

“Darcy Lang.” Beverly said with a big, stupid, grin. “I haven’t seen you since I was still at Hogwarts. What are you doing on this side of the world?”

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“And you are?” He drawled, only able to fight a smirk for a moment or two before he nudged her shoulder. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I almost thought you’d forgotten all about me.”

“Because it shouldn’t be a business, it’s a science.” She corrected with a roll of her eyes. “It’s become so much about profit and not about the skill of potion or growth in creating new potions for new needs.” 

“I mean, you’re not wrong for the majority of potioneers, I’ll give you that much. But it’s not entirely lost on all of them.” He shrugged. Darcy didn’t really care enough to argue with her - her opinion didn’t matter all that much to him. He had the support from the people he needed it from. “And just, for the record.” He went on nonchalantly, smirking. “Flamel was an alchemist, not a potioneer.”