Who: Seamus Finnigan and Lavender Brown What: Shopping at Diagon Alley. Where: Diagon Alley and a brief stop at Lavender's When: 1st of December Rating: Probably brief swearing on Seamus's part. Nothing too dramatic. He might drop a f'bomb if Lav, drags him shopping though. Note: All attempts to read this in an irish accent, will get you a nice pat on the back.
Seamus still wasn’t too keen about this whole journal ‘trend’ if anything, he thought the whole thing to be pretty lame, daft and a complete waste of time. But, he had also been told that the Slytherins were shipping around their own list of negative thoughts about them, and Seamus by no means wanted to be part of that lame crowd. Total buzz kills the lot of them. Besides, he knew Lavender enough to know she wouldn’t just let him slide under the radar, not that Seamus did too much of said sliding, anyway.
It was probably going to be pretty convenient way to keep track of people as well, especially considering, Ciaran wanted to peck his eyes out for the amount of trips Seamus had been sending him on lately. It would probably be considered, kind to give the bugger a rest.
Seamus wasn’t going out of his way to dress up for his day with Lavender, he ended up just pulling out some muggle clothes, he usually wore around the house and chucked his Gryffindor sweater over top. There was little done to his hair, mainly because it didn’t look too bad and girl’s usually went for that morning hair look. Seamus, walked outside of his room and over to where his mom was starting to get the christmas decorations up, mostly magical ones, but his father had been adamant on keeping a few muggle ones. “Mom, I’m jus going to hang out wid Lavender now, is dat alright?” He knew his mom wouldn’t say no, Lavender was pretty high up on her scale, for possible future wives for him. Seamus side stepped her hand, that he knew would’ve come dangerously close to ruffling his hair Affectionately. “Danks mom!”
Seamus apparated away, right to Lavender’s front door. Not leaving too much to the imagination when he rung the door bell and shouted, “I’m here, Lavender! Don’ go hurtin yourself in attempts to get to me.”