RP: Mad Irishman
Date: 13 April 2006 Characters: Seamus Finnigan and Colin Creevey Location: Their house. Private/Public: Private Rating: R (for language and such) Warnings: Mean and spiteful Seamus Summary: Seamus is having more mood swings lately than a teenage girl. Today is no exception.
Seamus had spent the larger part of the morning at the shack visiting with Emma and Millicent, but by lunchtime he'd gotten so absolutely sulky and pissy that he'd ultimately decided that it'd be best that he just leave. It wasn't that he was angry with either of the women. He was just angry that they were there still. Millicent, well, she was on the mend, but Emma still hadn't woken up at all, and so far it wasn't looking bloody likely that she would.
He entered the house with all the subtlety of a rhinoceros, accidentally shutting the door a bit hard than he'd meant to. He was happy to take note that M&M wasn't around to hear the doors slamming, and he figured she was probably in the back garden with Colin or Cormac or whoever the bloody hell was home at the moment.
He stormed up the stairs, the door to his flat slamming open without him touching it or pulling out his wand. Once inside, he shut the door and then headed into his kitchen to turn the kettle on, accidentally knocking his elbow on the edge of the counter in the process. Just that slight accident sent a stream of obscenities out of his mouth, and he slammed open the cabinet doors as he began his search for a teacup.
His hands were so shaky that he dropped the first two cups onto the floor, effectively shattering them, and once the third one proved to be the charm, he spilled some of the fecking hot tea on his hand as he was pouring it into the cup.
Seamus was not amused.
The door to his flat opened and Colin wandered in, but Seamus was so busy being pissed off at the world that he completely failed to notice that he wasn't alone anymore.