Who: Susan, Ronan, Seamus. When: May 7th, late evening. Where: St. Mungo's, coffee shop. Rating: PG, just in case. What: Seamus and Susan are going out for coffee. It's not a date.
It was later in the evening on Wednesday, March the 7th, and the weather was in the high fifties with a chance of rain or drizzle. However, the slight chance of rain of any kind did not daunt Seamus in the slightest, and he was currently whistling softly as he dressed to amuse Ronan, who was playing in the same room near his feet. Adding a jacket to his attire, he gave himself a nod in the mirror, and then promptly laughed at himself. This wasn't a date and so he really shouldn't be putting so much attention into what he was wearing, even if Susan was pretty. He liked her company, and she was his only link to the wizarding world. That's why he was doing this, right?
"Ye ready ter be goin' Ronan?" Seamus asked the little man who was currently playing with blocks on the carpeted flooring. At the sound of his brothers voice, Ronan looked up, smiling widely. He was definitely ready, had been since Seamus had dressed him up in slightly warm clothes and then told him not to get dirty.
"'eady. We be goin' now?" With a nod from Seamus, Ronan stood up onto his feet and latched himself to his brothers leg, his small feet stepping onto one of Seamus' much large ones. "Hold tigh', lil' bugger, here we go." Seamus furrowed his brothers and thought for a moment, and within seconds they were both gone, Disapparated with a loud pop! As usual, the two appeared into a darkened corner across the street from Purge and Dowse, Ltd., the red-brick, abandoned department store, that was really St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
Placing his wand in his back pocket for easy access, he looked down at Ronan. "Up here, Ronny, best ter keep yer back against the wall case someone was ter peek in for a looksy." He bent down, picked Ronan up around the waist, and flattened him against his chest. If anyone was to look into their dark, quiet alley way, they would see nothing of them. If anyone was to walk inside that looked even a bit suspicious, Seamus was ready with a stunning spell on his lips and his hand itching for his wand.
"We'll wait jus' a bit for her, she shouldn't be long, yeah." He was speaking to himself.