Who: Seamus and Lavender. What: Rescuing a damsel in distress. Where: Her home. When: Late. Rating: Nothing too dramatic. Seamus brought no protection with him.
Seamus ended up closing his journal with a huff. Dean was probably right, he had to tell Lavender. Everyone knew how pretty she was and she definitely wouldn’t be off the market for long. But this wasn’t just some girl he liked. Well he liked her, but it was more than that. This was his best friend. He paused, because there was always a long pause after that, especially in Seamus’ head. She was also, the girl he went on one ‘not-really-a-date’ with, and the girl who until he had seen with her mouth on his best friends mouth, liked just as friend. Pushing aside all the times he had the odd dream of them making out somewhere, because they often ended the same, him just laughing it off. But, now looking back on all of it, Seamus could definitely tell things were just different, between them or between him concerning her. Because, really there wasn’t much of a difference between how she had been treating him. Not that any major changes had changed between his behavior with her, although he had nearly been caught smelling her hair - by complete accident of course (Seamus didn’t do un-manly, girly things like that) he just hadn’t realized she used such nice shampoo before - the other day. Talk about awkward - he could probably go ahead and caplock that - disaster.
Seamus was brought out of his head, by a commotion - he couldn’t explain exactly what - coming from Lavender’s room, it was enough to get him into action. With just his singlet, and boxers on, because he had been in bed, Seamus jumped to action and half tripped, half ran his way to Lavender’s room. “What that blood hell is going on in here?” He couldn’t see anyone in sight, he could just hear a dog barking its mouth off, but where the hell was Lavender? “Lavender?”