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Who: Seamus Finnigan, Lavender Brown
What: Everything was not well at Finnigan Farms over Easter hols, and Seamus needs to vent.
When: Monday, April 11, 1998 - After Divination and before dinner.
Where: A Hogwarts Courtyard, at least to start.
Rating: Low, except for language maybe?
Seamus felt like punching something, preferably the stone wall next to him. But seeing as he didn't fancy a trip to the hospital wing or trying to find one of his friends and asking them to heal him, he managed to hold back the impulse. He'd been seething ever since he'd returned to school after the holiday. No, wait. Scratch that. He'd been seething since he'd gotten home only to find out that his father and brothers were gone. He'd been nervous about leaving the school, worried that something bad would happen during the break, but little had he known that the bad thing he should have been afraid of was waiting for him back in Kenmare.
He'd arrived back at the farm to find his father's foreman running the day to day operations, and his mother curiously closemouthed on the subject of where, exactly, his father, Liam, and Ciaran had gone. Late the first night, after Saoirse had gone to bed, he'd been able to convince his Mam to tell him everything and she'd related how his father and brothers were amongst a group of refugees that had recently been spirited away to France. He'd been dumbfounded - his parents hadn't told him any of their plans and he couldn't believe that half his family had just left. He hadn't wanted to spoil the time with his Mam and sister, though, and so he'd somehow managed to keep his steadily mounting panic and anger under wraps, but they'd been swirling around ever since he'd gotten back to school, just waiting to find a way to escape.
He was seriously contemplating punching the wall again, or at least kicking it, when he heard footsteps approaching and looked up and saw Lavender coming towards him. Sighing, he waited for her to reach him. He'd been avoiding his friends on the train and during the day today, and whenever he'd not been able to be alone, he'd been grumpy and short-tempered; he was just feeling so many conflicting things at once that he hadn't known what to say to any of them. But it looked like he'd have to figure it out now. Hanging his head slightly, he peered at Lav through his fringe. "Hey," he muttered, dropping his head as soon as he spoke.
What: Everything was not well at Finnigan Farms over Easter hols, and Seamus needs to vent.
When: Monday, April 11, 1998 - After Divination and before dinner.
Where: A Hogwarts Courtyard, at least to start.
Rating: Low, except for language maybe?
Seamus felt like punching something, preferably the stone wall next to him. But seeing as he didn't fancy a trip to the hospital wing or trying to find one of his friends and asking them to heal him, he managed to hold back the impulse. He'd been seething ever since he'd returned to school after the holiday. No, wait. Scratch that. He'd been seething since he'd gotten home only to find out that his father and brothers were gone. He'd been nervous about leaving the school, worried that something bad would happen during the break, but little had he known that the bad thing he should have been afraid of was waiting for him back in Kenmare.
He'd arrived back at the farm to find his father's foreman running the day to day operations, and his mother curiously closemouthed on the subject of where, exactly, his father, Liam, and Ciaran had gone. Late the first night, after Saoirse had gone to bed, he'd been able to convince his Mam to tell him everything and she'd related how his father and brothers were amongst a group of refugees that had recently been spirited away to France. He'd been dumbfounded - his parents hadn't told him any of their plans and he couldn't believe that half his family had just left. He hadn't wanted to spoil the time with his Mam and sister, though, and so he'd somehow managed to keep his steadily mounting panic and anger under wraps, but they'd been swirling around ever since he'd gotten back to school, just waiting to find a way to escape.
He was seriously contemplating punching the wall again, or at least kicking it, when he heard footsteps approaching and looked up and saw Lavender coming towards him. Sighing, he waited for her to reach him. He'd been avoiding his friends on the train and during the day today, and whenever he'd not been able to be alone, he'd been grumpy and short-tempered; he was just feeling so many conflicting things at once that he hadn't known what to say to any of them. But it looked like he'd have to figure it out now. Hanging his head slightly, he peered at Lav through his fringe. "Hey," he muttered, dropping his head as soon as he spoke.