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.