luckofdaseamus (luckofdaseamus) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2011-01-22 18:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | lavender brown, seamus finnigan |
Who: Seamus Finnigan and Lavender Brown.
What: Showing up uninvited.
Where: Lavender's flat.
When: Saturday Night.
Rating: TBA - language definitely.
It was cold. That was the first thing that came into his mind. Then he heard it; the sound of branches snapping, the sound that he wasn’t alone, the sound that was the first give-away he was back there. He didn’t want to be back there. Not where it had happened. He tossed his body to the left, he tossed his body to the right, but the sounds just got louder, and he wasn’t waking up. It had to be a dream right? Seamus, panicked and gasped - his hands tightening, his breaths coming out in uneven patterns. He couldn’t breathe. It had to be a dream. “Ugh.” Seamus, squeezed his eyes shut, before they drifted open by themselves, as he found his face and started rubbing it - a fall to the floor, face first tended to leave a lasting effect. He looked around and jumped. He was back in his room, of course he was, it was all just a dream again. Another bloody nightmare. He wondered if Dean had been having them too? Or if it was just him. The cold floor reminded him of the cold forrest and he sat up looking around for his shoes. He was far too old to go to his mother and father about this. He didn’t need to worry them. Beside, he was okay - really.
He pulled on a jacket, but kept his long pajama pants on. As he snuck down the stairs and walked outside. The air was cooler out here, but he wouldn’t be there for long. In snap he was standing outside of Lavender’s. Which he had just left a few hours ago. Funny, he thought she would be the one needing him. He knocked and waited, he shivered in the cold and realised he had left his wand at home, so he couldn’t cast a simple warming spell. “Lavender! It’s Seamus. Open up.” He was starting getting anxious waiting.