Seamus Finnigan (cc_seamus) wrote in charing_cross, @ 2009-03-09 17:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! fizzled, ! private, * 2003: 03/march, - thread, character: terry boot, retired character: seamus finnigan |
RP: To Obscurus Books We Go!
Characters: Seamus Finnigan, Terry Boot, Caitlin and Ben
Location: Obscurus Books
Private/Public: Public
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Seamus meets Terry.
Seamus headed into Obscurus Books with Caitlin attached to his back like some sort of human leech and went straight to the Children’s section, glad his sister detached herself as soon as she saw other children. He walked over to where she was sitting with a little boy about her age and then squatted down so he was face to face with her.
“Stay here in the kid’s section, okay? I’m going to be around the corner looking at some of the travel books if you need me.”
Caitlin nodded and turned back to the little boy, obviously dismissing Seamus. He chuckled and shook his head as he stood up and left the area, making a beeline for the travel section. However, just as he was turning round a shelf of books, he ran into something solid, his head smacking hard against it.
His hand automatically went to his head, and he stood there dazed for a moment before he realized that he hadn’t walked into some inanimate object, but rather another person, and that person was also clutching at his head with watering eyes.
Seamus rubbed the spot on his own head, blinking away the tears that had sprung to his eyes from the sudden pain. He looked back at the other man as the pain subsided and he could see him clearly. He recognized him from Hogwarts, of course, but he couldn’t put a name to his face.
“Sorry,” he started, rubbing his head again. He could already feel the bump coming up, and he knew both Caitlin and Lavender were going to make fun of him for getting such a bad bruise in a bookshop of all places.
“You okay?” he asked, a slight blush falling over his cheeks as he realized that yes, he had actually walked straight into someone else. He was so observant with his work when he traveled that when he got home, oftentimes he hardly paid any attention to anything, which was both good and bad.