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Dean Thomas ([info]deanthomas) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2009-08-10 04:23:00

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Entry tags:!1997: 08, !complete, dean thomas, seamus finnigan

Who: Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan
When: Saturday
Where: Dean's house
What: Friends get together.
Rating: TBA, probably PG at least for Seamus perving on siblings?
Open/Closed: Closed


Dean had managed to mostly catch up on the goings-on. Between the journals people had written and the papers that Vicky had sent on him, he'd gotten as much of an idea as anyone else. It was worrying, but it was easy to feel a little outside of it all during the summer, really. He didn't do any magic, hardly - despite being allowed now - and his family were all muggles. He practiced flying and Quidditch a bit when he could, but for the most part he helped out around home, played football, sketched, and did the sorts of things he'd have done if he'd never gotten a Hogwarts letter.

Really, he missed being around magic though. Things were just a little more fun when they could blow up, or levitate, or change into something else without warning. Or with very little warning, at least. He was glad Seamus was coming over - aside from being his best friend, he wouldn't have to explain anything magical to him that he said, or watch what he said the way he did around his younger siblings, who were too little to know not to babble about how their oldest brother was a wizard. People just chalked it up to imagination - but Dean's mum just wanted to try to wait until they were old enough to understand better to have it really obvious. She was proud of Dean, and what he could do, but she didn't really understand the world he spent so much time in. He'd taken her to Diagon one year, and she'd enjoyed it - but she didn't really want to involve herself in something so strange. (And Dean was glad, really, since it made it easier to keep her from worrying as much.)

He fixed breakfast for his youngest brothers and sisters (if you could call cereal fixing anything), and then went out on the small porch of his family's large, but somewhat weather-worn older house, listening to the kids inside watching TV and playing with some loud new toy of Owen's, holding a sketch pad without actually really using it and just sitting on the worn deck chair, waiting for Seamus.


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[info]irishflirt
2009-08-10 12:26 pm UTC (link)
Seamus was really, really bad at Apparating. If they gave out awards for how bad one could be at it, Seamus would have amassed quite a few of them by now. It wasn't like he was purposely trying to screw up, but it happened. He wasn't a complete klutz with magic, but the occasional screw up happened. But Apparating seemed to have it out for him, like it was determined to splinch him each time he tried it.

When he arrived, it was with a bang! that came with being an inexperienced wizards. He almost stumbled into a tree while trying to get his balance back, but he caught himself before he could completely humilate himself. Once he was certain he had all his arms, legs, fingers, and toes, he grinned wildly to himself and then looked around to see if there were any Muggles mucking about. He hadn't known where else to Apparate too, except for directly in front of the Thomas house, but he had lucked out since it seemed like Dean was the only one there.

"Oy Thomas!" He said, smoothing the wrinkles out of his shirt as he walked up the steps to the small porch. It looked a little too small for someone as tall as Dean, but Seamus looked like he belonged there as he did a little turn for Dean and asked, "All here then?" He was wearing Muggle clothing, as he had been living among the Muggles for the past two months, but unlike most wizards, managed to actually match.

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[info]deanthomas
2009-08-10 02:16 pm UTC (link)
Dean was up as soon as he heard the loud crack, bounding to his feet and moving to try to help steady Seamus - and check to make sure he was all in one piece. Dean wasn't the strongest of wizards, but he'd taken to apparation better than Seamus, somehow. Which he'd probably have been more likely to point out and tease him about if he wasn't actually a bit worried that Seamus MIGHT end up in pieces.

The tree caught Seamus before Dean could, and he just straightened, grinning when he looked Seamus over. "I think the hem of your left trouser leg's missing, but you look all right otherwise. Well. I mean you might have chopped off a bit of hair, but who could tell with that haircut?" he teased.

His neighbors were mostly out at work or the like, and his brothers and sisters were inside, so Seamus' loud entrance went unnoticed, luckily enough. People were good at looking away at things like that anyway, though. They saw someone pop up in the middle of their neighborhood out of no where, they just convinced themselves they'd missed them walking up, or climbing out of an car.

He clapped his hand on Seamus' shoulder, squeezing affectionately once. "Good to see you, mate. Missed having you about. How's things at your dad's?"

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[info]irishflirt
2009-08-10 11:42 pm UTC (link)
"Feck you too, mate," Seamus said, though it was said rather merrily and with a wink. Dean was better with football, Quidditch, art, and Apparating. It really wasn't fair, Seamus thought, and he would start pouting about it the second it was shoved in his face. It wasn't as if he was a complete and utter failure at life, but he wasn't really extraordinary at anything (except the the number of times he can be turned out for a date. The number was in double digits in the last week alone).

"Eh," Seamus said, waving his hand around like what he was about to say wasn't a big deal. "He's seeing me Mum again. Both of them, are acting like a bunch of teenagers about it as well." The smile on his face was way too wide for Seamus not to be really happy about it this new turn of events. He had always wanted his parents to get back together once he had actually met his father and now that it was a real possibility? He was completely off the wall about it in the privacy of his own room.

Rubbing the back of his neck a little, he quickly changed the subject by pulling out a bundle of rolled up Prophets and holding them out to Dean. "These are from the past few weeks and the ones I thought might interest you." Once he had his hands free again, he threw an arm around Dean's shoulders as best as he could with his height and pulled him in the direction of the front door. "How've you been? And you're mum?"

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[info]deanthomas
2009-08-11 10:56 am UTC (link)
Dean laughed, making a vaguely rude sort of gesture - glancing over his shoulder toward the doorway guiltily to check that they weren't being watched by a stray little Thomas. He would have argued that Seamus was better at leads of things, but Dean didn't really know that Seamus thought he wasn't. He considered it mostly a fluke that he'd gotten onto the Quidditch team over Seamus - if he was better, it wasn't by much. Apparation was just one aspect of magic, and Dean was a decent artist, but didn't think of himself as anything especially gifted. Football he likely would have argued being better at though.

Dean knew Seamus well enough to see how pleased he was by the development and smiled back at him. "Yeah? That's great. How's you're mum doing with the papers and all?"

Dean took the offered papers with a grin of thanks, shoving the rolled up papers awkwardly in the back pocket of his jeans and letting the back of his tee shirt cover the bulge of them. Mostly. He just didn't want to be waving about papers with moving pictures when he went inside. He turned with Seamus, heading for the front door, shoulder bumping companionably against Seamus' as the other boy's arm reached around them. "All right. She's good. Busy. She said to tell you that Libby and Ruby baked something yesterday and they're not letting anyone have any until you do. I'd stay away if I were you though, I think Libby lost a fingernail in the batter."

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[info]irishflirt
2009-08-11 11:47 am UTC (link)
The Quidditch thing had really frustrated him for awhile - he had grown up around magic and had been riding toy brooms forever for Merlin's sake! - but eventually had gotten over it. Dean was too good of a friend to really let it get to him like that and it was definitely not worth losing a friendship over. And whatever about his artistic abilities. Crude stick figures were more Seamus' forte, but Dean was a bloody brilliant all around when you gave him something to draw with. Football he knew he would never win, but he was determined to get better at this Apparating business.

"Well, she's got her head out of her arse about it, but never wants to talk about it. She lost her brother the first time around and I guess she just doesn't want to acknowledge anything might happen to take away more people from her," Seamus answered, looking superbly uncomfortable talking about it as they made their way down a corridor. Wasn't that depressing? Seamus knew if he let the conversation continue, they would have to do it somewhere private, but he wanted to drop in on Dean's family first and greet them all. They were practically extended family at that point and liked being around them whenever he visited. Perking up quickly, he waved his hand around a little. "We'll talk later, eh? You have me all curious about this baking business and I can't let Libby and Ruby hold the goods hostage too much longer since it's all about to go into my stomach." Stray fingernail or not, he was likely to try whatever it was. For such a small guy, his stomach was pretty bottomless. And reinforced with steel.

He led the charge into the kitchen, confident in where he was going. This place had always felt like a third home, even when he had first visited. Touching all the new pictures that may have popped up over the years, it still amazed him to not see them move. That was one thing he couldn't get used to, to see still pictures.

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[info]deanthomas
2009-08-11 04:56 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah. I mean I understand where she's coming from," Dean answered, shoulders hunching a little beneath Seamus' arm, uncomfortable with the topic too. "Yeah, we can talk later," he agreed. "Most of the girls are out. Amber will be back soon though, and Owen, Ross, and Abbie are watching TV and playing with some bloody wretched game that makes this GRINDING noise. I'm going starkers," Dean complained, laughing a little. "Ethan's over at the neighbors'." Dean had no shortage of siblings. Three at a time to watch was more than enough. Amber could take over when she got in though - it was her turn, he'd had them all day yesterday, plus Ethan. Ethan, the youngest Thomas, was more than enough to try to keep up with all on his own. "Don't say I didn't warn you. Libby can't cook. I think she gets it from mum."

He led Seamus inside, where the seven year old twins, Owen and Abbie, looked up from their game and then scurried over, yelling hello. Eleven year old Ross just grinned from where he was plonked in front of the TV set.

The twins took most of Seamus' attention, showing him missing teeth and their absurdly loud game that made Dean roll his eyes. He sent them back to the TV with Ross after a bit though, leaving the two of them momentarily alone in the kitchen, though they could still hear the kids chattering in the next room.

Dean grabbed down a slightly warped blue tupperware container from the top of the fridge. It held some unevenly cut, flaky pastry squares with some sort of fruit topping in the middle. "If you choke, I'm not reviving you," he warned, grinning at his friend and then dropping down to sit at the kitchen table, legs sprawled across the kitchen floor as he slouched sideways in the sturdy wooden chair. The kitchen, like the rest of the house, was cozy and functional - but looked lived in, and no where near new or especially expensive. It was comfortable, though. Sitting sideways like that, he could just see the kids in the other room from the corner of his eye.

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[info]irishflirt
2009-08-12 02:59 am UTC (link)
"Your mum could feed me poison and I would drink it gladly," Seamus said, giving Dean a lecherous smirk. Mrs. Thomas was an attractive woman, but he mostly made comments like that to get under Dean's skin. It was fun watching the other wizard threaten him with bodily harm that he really wouldn't carry out. At least, he wouldn't kill him and that's all that really mattered.

The twins were treated to a showing of a scar that Seamus had gained on his leg from a drunken walk home last week - though he made up a grand story about mad unicorns and giants to explain the scar - in exchange for their show and tell. He gave them a great deal of attention when they tried to explain the game to him, though he looked a lost as a Pureblood wizard despite his wide grin and excessive nodding. But it didn't seem to bother them because they ran off just as happily as if he had known what they were talking about when Dean sent them away.

"Blimey," he said, scratching the side of his head. "Don't know how you can keep track of this lot. I would have lost one by now." Which was exactly why Seamus didn't babysit anyone. Squaring his shoulders, he rolled up his sleeves and looked determined to not throw up at the possibility of eating a nail. "Give it here, ye great big lug. My stomach can handle anything." Taking the container from Dean, he lifted one of the pastries pieces and shoved the whole thing in his mouth.

Chewing thoughtfully for a moment, he swallowed then grinned again. "Quite good. Don't know what you were nattering on about."

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[info]deanthomas
2009-08-12 08:04 am UTC (link)
Dean snorted at the story about the unicorn, lifting an eyebrow, but refraining from asking the actual reason. He looked amused. "I try to lose one once a week or so. They always find their way back," Dean told him.

He watched Seamus sit and dig into the pastry, wincing as he shoved the whole thing in his mouth. "If mum were home, she'd knock you over the head for that," he pointed out.

Dean chuckled as Seamus swallowed. "Wait until it hits and you're heaving over the toilet with a fingernail in your throat. So how'd you really get that scar, anyway?" he asked, now that they were alone. He reached to take one of the little pastry squares, not eating it - just shredding it thoughtfully, trying to see what it was that was actually in the middle of the things. Some sort of raspberry, sugary fruit filling, he thought. Dean was still a growing boy - or filling out, at least. He could put away a heroic amount of food. But he wasn't brave enough to chance his little sister's more-inventive-than-healthy cooking skills. Libby got bored following a recipe.

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[info]irishflirt
2009-08-13 02:10 am UTC (link)
"Do they now? Are they like owls then?" Seamus asked teasingly, as he started to pick at the second pastry he had picked up. A few flakes crumbled back into the container, but he finally just shrugged to himself and bit it in half.

Chewing some more, he didn't bother swallowing before trying to speak again. "Got drunk." Swallowing and grinning at his luck to not get a nail that time, he added, "Tripped on the walk home. Had a fun time trying to not to vomit in the ER. Your Muggle hospitals smell funny, you know that?"

When his mother had found out about their misadventure, she had almost made him come home, but his father had convinced her otherwise. What he didn't know was the flirting involved in that particular conversation, seeing as he was sleeping off a hangover and pain that he couldn't take any pills for. Fun night and morning that had been. "Reckon Mam could have healed it, but she refuses to get a telephone and I can't get a Floo connection over at Dad's." Popping the second half of the pastry into his mouth, he asked around his mouthful, "Got any milk mate? S'dry and-!" He couldn't finish what he had wanted to say when he started to choke.

Grabbing his throat, he started flailing around with his other hand.

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[info]deanthomas
2009-08-13 07:00 am UTC (link)
"Messier than owls," Dean answered dryly, watching Seamus eating. "And hospitals are supposed to smell funny. I think it's part of the treatment. They make it stink so you don't want to have to come back. That's why they stick you with needles all the time too, even if you don't need them."

Dean blinked as Seamus started to choke, and then jumped up, grabbing a glass of water - since that was fastest, and then pressing it into Seamus' hand, thumping him on the back helpfully. Or trying to help, at least. It might have been a little too enthusiastic. "I warned you!" he told his friend, watching worriedly.

He really hoped he didn't have to do the bit with the Heimlich. He'd never really learned how to do it properly. He'd only seen it in films and on TV. He might just make it worse. It was the only other thing he knew to do though. If the water didn't work, which it probably would. "Stand up if you can't breathe still," he ordered, hovering to just yank Seamus up if he needed to.

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[info]irishflirt
2009-08-15 01:05 pm UTC (link)
Abruptly, Seamus stopped coughing and grinned up at Dean. "A man could die while you mucked around getting water," the brat said, taking the water anyway and drinking it anyway. Making fake choking noises wasn't all that pleasant for his throat, but it had been worth it to see the look on Dean's face.

He fully expected a thump on his head for it, so he quickly swallowed the mouthful in his mouth and preemptively flinched away.

Okay, so it wasn't so nice to pretend he was choking to death...but the face Dean had been making had been hilarious. Seamus was pretty immature when it came to what kind of humour he usually indulged in. Scaring the living wits out his best friend? Hilarious.

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[info]deanthomas
2009-08-16 06:35 am UTC (link)
Dean knew Seamus well. He probably should have seen that coming. . . but there WAS possibly a nail in there, and they were dry and flaky. . .

He was caught between annoyance and amusement and settled for some kind of in between. Instead of reaching to thump Seamus, he knocked a hand into the bottom of the water glass, sending the rest of the contents splashing over Seamus' shirt. "Next time, just let you choke," he grumbled, half laughing after a moment. "Didn't your mum ever teach you about the Boy Who Cried Wolf? You're going to end up choking on something, and no one will listen because you're a great bloody liar who stuffs your face like a pig," he accused.

There was a faintly sheepish tone to the words though, beneath it. Seamus had, after all, gotten him pretty well. "I was about to do that bit where you hug and squeeze to get them to spit things out, you know. So you'd likely have ended up with a broken rib or something, from me doing it wrong. Berk."

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[info]irishflirt
2009-08-17 01:35 pm UTC (link)
"Aw. But then you wouldn't know what to do without me, Thomas," Seamus said, wrinkling his nose at the water now staining his shirt. "Are you trying to get me to take my shirt off mate?" Pinching the wet fabric between his forefinger and thumb, he pulled it away from his chest and frowned down at it.

Hit with an idea, he flicked his eyes up at Dean and grinned mischievously. Quickly, he tilted his glass in Dean's direction and jerked it forward. If Dean didn't move quick enough, he ran the risk of getting his front completely splashed.

Seamus didn't know the meaning of when it was time to stop messing around. Not when he hadn't seen his best mate in the world in what seemed like forever. There was a good chance that they were going to have to clean like mad before Mrs. Thomas came home, if Dean let Seamus act like he was five year old.

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[info]deanthomas
2009-08-17 03:15 pm UTC (link)
"Not worry about short, shaggy, pale Irish blokes choking to death in my kitchen, for one," Dean said. But he was laughing, and he moved a little too late, ending up with a bit of water down his front, though most ended up splashing onto the floor, and Dean made a face. "You always make a mess," he complained, not sounding at all as if he meant it.

Dean was watching his siblings, and likely wouldn't let it get too far out of hand because they'd just get involved and then he'd have to explain it all to his mum later. But he was happy to see Seamus, and had missed having him to mess about with over the summer. So he wasn't in a hurry to really shut Seamus down. I've seen you with your shirt off - 'sblinding. Like a fish's belly," he teased instead, plucking at his own damp shirt.

Dean reached for a dish towel - wiping at the spilled water quickly and then straightening, whipping the now-damp fabric and smacking Seamus sharply on the hip with it, the towel making that satisfying snap sound as it connected and Dean stepped quickly back out of reach, grinning and glancing back to be sure they weren't being watched by small Thomases who would later copy them.

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[info]irishflirt
2009-08-18 01:09 am UTC (link)
"Oy!" Seamus protested as he jerked away from the towel, before sticking his tongue out at Dean. "I have the body of a God." Lifting his shirt up to show his evidence, he looked at his barely there abs and said, "I'm working on it." By eating constantly. Dropping his shirt, he pulled his wand out of his waistband and pointed it at Dean.

A little wand waving and the mess would be gone, was Seamus' thinking. He didn't think that they would have to worry too much about the cleanup after. "What did you expect when you invited me over, eh? Us playing tea party?" Though, he had i the past, sat down to play such games with the younger Thomases complete with dirt tea and leafy 'scones.' The amount of imagination these kids possessed had always amazed him.

"Aguamenti!" A jet of water was aimed at Dean.

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[info]deanthomas
2009-08-18 10:25 am UTC (link)
Dean snorted, poking one finger into Seamus' stomach when the other boy lifted his shirt. "What god? Let me go look through my mum's mythology book. We'll find one that's pasty and straw headed. Is there a scarecrow god?"

He shot another look back at the rest of the kids and then laughed at Seamus. "Shut up! Say that any louder and we'll end up in dresses sitting around a blanket sipping imaginary tea with Abbie!" Which might have happened already a few times over the summer. In Dean's defense, he pretty much just draped his mom's dress over his clothes. It didn't actually fit anyway. And Abbie apparently had very strict ideas about dress codes at her tea parties, as well as mandatory attendance. At least he'd gotten her to upgrade to actual crackers to stand in for the leaf scones, now.

"Hey!" Dean tried to dodge, but Seamus had the jump on him, and he ended up with a blast of water to his face. Dean mopped up his face with one hand and then threw the towel at Seamus' head. He didn't tend to keep his wand on him in the house during the summer - too many little hands making grabs at his pockets. So Dean had to settle for the old fashioned revenge - mainly darting to the kitchen sink and pulling out the sprayer on the faucet, jamming a thumb over it as he twisted it on and shooting water in Seamus' direction. Cold water, to be exact.

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[info]irishflirt
2009-08-18 05:17 pm UTC (link)
Sure, Seamus resembled a scarecrow, but it wasn't like he was going to ADMIT to it now. His ego was fairly large and it would be a struggle to deflate it or allow Dean to kill it with his vicious, vicious lies about his complexion and (lack of) muscles. He would rather have something blown up in his face than let that happen.

Seamus, unlike most male teenagers, really did like playing with kids. Being an only child with only grandparents as playmates when he was younger had definitely left him wanting and when Dean and his billions of siblings had fallen into his lap? He had jumped at the chance to immerse himself in make believe games and tea parties. Dresses and all.

"OY!" Seamus bellowed as he was sprayed with freezing water. He would have thrown up a shield, but that would have sent the water splashing everywhere and he didn't want to break anything. So he hunched his shoulder over to protect himself a little, before walking swiftly in the direction of the stream of water and Dean. His wand had been tossed to the safety of the table, so both of his hands were free to try and pull the hose away from Dean.

Who was both bigger and stronger than him. It didn't help that Seamus was completely soaked.

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[info]deanthomas
2009-08-19 11:04 am UTC (link)
Dean didn't really think Seamus was short, or particularly scrawny. And considering how much of a beanpole Dean had been until not that long ago, he had little room to talk anyway. Though he might take a certain amused delight in the fact that after much time out in the sun, Seamus' pale Irish hide did an impression of a newly boiled lobster. There might have been a few times over the years when Seamus was burnt and Dean got into the habit of trying to stealthily flick him on the back of the neck when he was bored, or after Seamus had been a prat for a bit.

Dean liked playing with his brothers and sisters, for the most part. Of course it was loads less novel to him. Mostly he just would rather not have to do it in a skirt when it came time for tea parties. He'd been trying to get his mum to stop by the second hand store and pick up some old lady church hats or something from the sale bin - Abbie could glue feathers all over them and make them into fancy play hats. Dean would rather a hat than a dress. His mum had ignored him though. Probably because she thought the dresses were funny too.

He was laughing as Seamus came at him, giving the other boy a last blast sent directly at his face, and then shutting off the water, leaning against the handle to try to keep Seamus from switching it back on, but letting him have the short sprayer hose. "Should be more careful, Finnigan - looks like you spilled something."

"Mum's going to have both your heads off - you got it on the walls," a new voice observed. Dean looked over to see his oldest sister Amber watching them. She must have come home and run straight to her room, because he KNEW she'd changed fro what she had on before, and had put her hair up. Tarting up for Seamus. He rolled his eyes. Amber - who was fourteen and tall for her age and starting to look a good deal like a slimmer, younger version of her mother - ignored him and smiled widely at Seamus, the smile at least looking a lot like Dean's. "Hi Seamus. It's about time you came to visit. Dean's been pining."

"I have not. And did you borrow that necklace from mum? Did you ask?" Dean countered, still keeping hold on the faucet handle. Just in case.

Amber shot him a glare and stuck out her tongue. "Yes. She said I could. And have so."

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[info]irishflirt
2009-08-19 12:06 pm UTC (link)
Dean was an evil, evil friend who knew how to torture him and occasionally did so. But it was okay and Seamus still loved Dean despite it, even if Dean was a giant and occasionally flaunted his broad shoulders and arms.

Issuing a shout that would have made more sense coming from a teenage girl and one that Seamus would deny having made, Seamus spluttered and blinked his eyes furiously in an effort to try and get the water out of his eyes. Rubbing his eyes, which were just as wet, he tried to use his soaked shirt to try and mop up his face. When that didn't work, he used Dean's shirt, which was considerably more dry than his, to wipe his face

It was muttered and barely audible, but Seamus definitely said, "You wanker," as he blew his nose into Dean's shirt.

He pulled away with a shit-eating grin, which melted into a less smug smile when Amber interrupted the fight that Seamus was about to escalate. "Hey Amber," he said, sauntering over to her. Amber always did feed his ego rather nicely. She was growing up to look just as beautiful as her mum, he noticed. "Aw, your mum loves me. I'll just blame it on Dean." And even though Amber looked really pretty dolled up, Seamus engulfed her in a very wet hug and lifted her off the floor while he was at it.

See? He wasn't too scrawny.

Letting Amber go after a moment, he shot Dean an amused look over his shoulder. "Has he now?"

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[info]deanthomas
2009-08-19 01:03 pm UTC (link)
Dean's grin had widened at the decidedly girly scream, and likely would have made fun, if his sister hadn't interrupted. He filed it away for later mocking, though. Seamus screamed like a bloody TEN YEAR OLD BIRD over a bit of cold water. That was worth remembering. And threatening to tell everyone else.

"That's disgusting!" he made a face as Seamus wiped his nose on his shirt. He probably didn't REALLY do it. But it was still gross, and Dean pulled it off, throwing it at the back of Seamus' head as his friend went off to charm his sister. "Git," he answered, frowning a little. He trusted Seamus, so it wasn't like he REALLY thought his friend would take advantage of his sister's massive and obvious crush.

But still. It wasn't as if he should be encouraging it.

Amber, obviously, disagreed, and she giggled as Seamus lifted her up, hugging him back, though she gave him an affectionate slap to the back of the head when he let go. "You're soaked! And now so am I!" Which she didn't actually mind that much, in service of being hugged, and that showed. "He has. Just kicked a football around all day, watched the brats, and doodled," she informed him, not at all guilty about ratting her brother out. "Are you staying over? Mum likes you, I bet if you ask she'll let us order in pizza instead of eating whatever she tries to cook for you. We could rent a movie. . ."

Dean rolled his eyes heavenward. She might as well be asking him out. "Mum already said she'd cook, Amber. And he didn't bring anything to stay over."

"So? He can borrow from you. Or you two can, you know. Use wands." Amber made a vague gesture that was meant to indicate magic, apparently.

Dean snorted. "Go get some towels, would you?" Amber made a face at him, but obeyed, scurrying off toward the bathroom upstairs hall to grab some of the non-guest towels.

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[info]irishflirt
2009-08-20 12:55 am UTC (link)
Any and all mention of girlie screams were going to be ignored. Then he would kick Dean and claim to have been trying to 'nudge' a bug off his leg. Which would probably result in a scuffle, but oh well. His manliness had to be defended and he would risk a few bruises for his own honour.

And it was his honour that kept Seamus from being a complete pervert. He didn't think that there was any harm in being friendly with Amber because that would probably make her day. It wasn't as if he was asking her to drop her knickers for him. He was just putting a smile on her face in a PG way. And if it happened to bother Dean a little? Good. It always put a smile on Seamus' face to bother his best friend a bit.

"What, you don't want me to stay over now?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows a little and putting his hands on his hips reminiscent of his mother. "According to sweet Amber, you were completely useless without me. I thought you would be jumping for joy at the suggestion."

The thought of sleeping over sounded like a fun suggestion, but only if Dean was up for it. Seamus knew that he occasionally could get to be too much,

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[info]deanthomas
2009-08-20 11:53 am UTC (link)
"I just don't want you staying over for movie night with Amber. She'll try to turn it into a bloody date at this rate," Dean answered with a laugh, seeing the hands-on-hips pose and lifting and eyebrow, amused. "If you want to stay over that's fine though. We could go out to see a movie or something, so my sister doesn't try to seduce you." He rolled his eyes, making a comically over-the-top face of disgust.

It did bother Dean, probably a bit more than it should considering that Dean really had no actual worry that Seamus would snog his sister. Some of it was over protective big-brother syndrome. Seamus WOULDN'T snog Amber, so she might end up all weepy over him. Which would put Dean in a spot, since he couldn't punch Seamus for it when it wasn't his fault, really. The rest was just a vague sort of odd possessiveness Dean had about Seamus. He was the child of a big family, the only things that were really his were magic, and Seamus, who was his mate first. He shared everything else, as needed, and he didn't mind it.

Mostly, it was just a bit weird to have your sister mooning over your mate, though. He felt a bit bad for Ron Weasley, really. Much as he tried not to think about Ginny having mooned over Harry.

Amber bounced back in - lip gloss newly applied, Dean noticed - and handed over a stack of towels. Dean started wiping up the water again as Amber flirted, and then chased her off, grabbing the shirt he'd pulled off to throw at Seamus and told Seamus to follow him, if he wanted to. He dumped the wet towels in the hamper on his way, and shut the door, calling to Amber to watch the kids as Dean went to dig through a drawer for a clean, and unsoaked or snotted-on shirt.

Dean did, at least, have his own room. It was small, and tended to double as a storage room, since there were boxes and such shoved in the closet and the corner of the room, but he didn't have to share with actual brothers, since Ross and Owen roomed together. It wasn't exactly tidy, but it wasn't a mess either, a few sketches and football posters tacked on the walls and his bigger sketchpad tossed onto the unmade bed earlier when he'd gone outside. "You want a shirt, or just dry out with a charm?" he asked, holding out a worn tee shirt in offering. Amber was probably still hovering in hopes they came back out.

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