Susan Amelia Bones (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} susanamybones) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"I know right," Susan agreed, immensely amused at how prudish Dean - and also Seamus - could be with the less savoury aspects of her work. "Fear not love, the red will be back soon enough. I feel my powers to kill diminishing without my luscious redness."
"Oh Helga, that'll be intense for her," Susan said sympathetically. "And you. Also what's the Muggle weekend?" She lifted an eyebrow at him questioningly. "Do you need me to come and help deflect as well?"
She gave him a long, ever so horrified look. "Please, for the love of Merlin, Nimueh, and Morgana, please don't actually sing and dance without me there to record it for posterity on some sort of recording device, but yes, I think that's a great idea." She coughed for a moment and considered her next words carefully. "So does Seamus, uh, plan to be nice to Ophelia?"
"Right, I remember," Susan agreed with a smile. "I also remember you let me keep my clothes on for which I was forever and eternally grateful for. They look absolutely beautiful though," she said, stopping to examine one of the more striking sketches. "Stuff like this is the reason I love magic so much." She spent several more minutes examining them, before turning and squeezing his arm. "So what's next on the tour?"