getyeririshup (getyeririshup) wrote in attheclose, @ 2011-03-08 23:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: lavender brown, character: seamus finnigan |
Who: Seamus Finnigan, Lavender Brown
What: Comparing scars - literal and figurative - from their recent detentions.
When: Wednesday, March 9, 1998 Shay and Lav's free period just after lunch.
Where: The Gryffindor Common Room.
Rating: Probably low
Seamus made his way back to the tower and clambered through the portrait hole after lunch, tossing his rucksack down on one of the couches in the common room with perhaps a bit more force than he really needed to. It was followed quickly by his school robes and jumper. He loosened his tie and was about to yank that off and throw it after the rest when he noticed the blood seeping through the makeshift bandage he'd wrapped around his hand the other night. Even though he'd served detention on Thursday, the wounds from the blood quills still continued to ooze slowly - Seamus wouldn't be surprised if the Carrows had done something to the quills so that the injuries they caused would be longer-lasting. "Well, that's all I need, on top of everythin' else," Seamus muttered to himself, staring down at his hand and starting to unwind the bandage.
Travers had been as good as his word. Everywhere Seamus had been for the last several days, the smirky Slytherin arse had been in his peripheral vision or casting a shadow over whatever Seamus was doing. Seamus hadn't put a foot wrong the entire time, and hadn't even whispered a hint of anything DA related, but the git was still hanging onto him like a dog with a bone. Seamus had had to retreat to the common room after lunch just to get a bit of peace before DADA later on in the afternoon. And Merlin knew he'd need to mentally prepare himself to face that class. As he finished unwinding the bloody bandage and banished it, he took a look at the words still visible on the back of his hand. Render intolerable pain spread across the back of his hand in raw, pink cuts that were only barely healed. He turned his hand over, seeing that the scars on his wrist were only slightly less fresh-looking. But it was still easy enough to make out what they said.
He conjured a fresh bandage and was just about to re-wrap his hand when he caught sight of someone sitting in a chair close to the fireplace. When he got a good look at who it was, he moved over closer and sat down on the end of the couch closest to her. "Hey, Lav, how're you?" He'd heard rumors about her own recent detention with Carrow, but he'd not seen her to talk to till now.