Who: Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas What: Flat hunting. Where: Around the town. When: Wednesday evening. Rating: Low.
Seamus had been ignoring Lavender - well frankly he had been ignoring just about everyone. He hadn’t been sleeping. Even when his eyes fell shut, he wasn’t really sleeping. Nightmares; the ones that left you disoriented and weak, didn’t count as sleep to Seamus. The thing was no one really knew. Because, Seamus was fine. He had been fine since he got out of hospital and fine ever since. He wasn’t the type of person to just tell his friends he hadn’t been sleeping, even Dean and Lavender had been left in the dark. Quidditch was his excuse for ignoring them now. Quidditch, he had never hated Quidditch so much in his entire life. He knew this was practically everyone’s dream; to play Quidditch for Ireland or England, to be a Quidditch superstar. But, he couldn’t stand it. The training, the falls, the bludgers - he hated it. If he wasn’t so sure all the school work; he had only put his half ass effort into, wasn’t going to get him anywhere, he would have quit. It wasn’t like he was going to get a first string job anyway. He was Irish and could tackle good. They said, it looked good for the team having more Irish players, they said it looked good for the team having a stronger defense. But, that didn’t mean he was ever going to play for the team. He really just needed to wait it out, till they offered him a PR job or anything else that didn’t involve him falling on his ass all day.
Seamus had made a few good tackles today, but even he knew it wouldn’t be enough to get him to sleep. He usually just ended up staying up all night and watching his father’s tv box. Even some wizard remedies weren't helping and muggle ones were far from his mind. He had plans to meet up with Dean later as well, to talk about his father and to look for a flat. He wondered, if Dean would notice his insomnia if they moved in together? He hoped not. He was sick of getting the looks from his mother, he didn’t need them from Dean too.
He showered and apparated off to Dean’s - he knew he didn’t really have to wait to long, Dean knew he was going to be here around this time, he was just busy thinking of an excuse to use for his exhausted appearance, Quidditch was partly the truth, so he went with that and knocked on Dean’s front door.