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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-08-30 14:27:00

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character: dean thomas, character: seamus finnigan, character: susan bones, status: complete

Go Go Appleby!
Who: Seamus, Susan & Dean
What: Listening to the Quidditch
Where: Seamus's flat
When: Saturday afternoon
Rating: Bad language.

After a surprisingly busy lunch shift, Seamus raced up to his flat to make sure everything was ready for Susan and Dean. Despite how little time he seemed to spend there, it always managed to get messy. He had a bad habit of dropping wet towels wherever he happened to be when he decided he was dry, and his socks and shoes rarely made it to the bedroom. A few of his mam's best tidying charms, though, and everything was clean and presentable - not that Susan would have cared, and Dean certainly wouldn't have done.

A wave of his wand tuned the wireless to the right station, pre-match coverage had already started so all Seamus had to do now was wait. There was some of Dean's lasagne left for dinner, still under it's chilling and preserving charms until it was needed and there was (as usual) a wide variety of juices and mildly alcoholic beverages. He kicked off his shoes in the kitchen, somewhat ruining all his hard work, and mixed himself a Virgin Mary.

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susanamybones
2014-08-30 02:21 pm UTC (link)

Susan was, in a spectacularly surprising and deeply suspicious turn of events, not late in getting to Seamus'. She'd gone into the office to properly file some paperwork, only to discover that it had already been filed. Then she'd stopped off at the Muggle supermarket near her home to do her weekly shopping, and had managed to do it all without any incident. She went home to a house that was already clean thanks to her housekeeper, and at a loss at what to do, had a two hour bath, read, and made brownies so chocolatey that they were illegal in twenty-four countries.

Thus it was a supremely relaxed but also suspicious Susan who knocked on the door to the flat. "Hi Charming," she said, leaning forward to kiss him on both cheeks, before depositing the plate of brownies in his hands, and slapping him in the rear almost absentmindedly.

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openbottle
2014-08-30 02:38 pm UTC (link)

Seamus frowned slightly at the knock. He'd expected Dean to arrive first, being slightly better than Susan at getting places on time - but Dean would never knock. "Susie," he greeted, kissing her back and then looking down at the brownies with delight. "What would I do without you?" He was starving. There had been so many complaints about the food at lunch, and dishes sent back, that he'd been rushed off his feet apologising and hadn't had time to actually eat anything.

He collapsed onto his sofa and greedily picked up the topmost brownie, biting into it with many exaggerated noises of pleasure. "Match hasn't even started yet. You want a drink?"

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susanamybones
2014-08-30 03:01 pm UTC (link)

Susan smiled as Seamus' look of confusion turned to delight at the sight of her brownies. She'd picked up on a definite increase in the number of plates being sent back the previous night, and thought it was rather likely that Seamus wouldn't have actually have eaten that day. She tilted her head and considered his question seriously for a moment, then grinned. "You'd probably be thinner, worry less, and more bored?"

She grinned triumphantly as he launched into his first brownie with a noise not unlike a that made by a Lethifold upon coming across a lonely traveller at night. "I would absolutely love something with gin in it, Charming, thanks," she looked around curiously as she snuggled down next to him. "No Dean yet?"

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openbottle
2014-08-30 03:21 pm UTC (link)

"You calling me fat?" Seamus asked with a huff, pulling Susan into his arms once he'd finished the brownie in record time. He knew he was going to have to get up in a moment to make her a drink, but he never turned down affection from those close to him. "Because if you are, take it up with Dean and Hannah. And yourself."

He hauled himself to his feet and reviewed the ingredients in his fridge, wondering if he ought to be worried that he had more drinks than food by quite a margin. He didn't drink that much, most of the time, but it was so easy to order extra bottles of this or that from his pub suppliers and so difficult to have food in stock without it going off. "How about a jam jar?" he asked, he'd only just learned how to make them but according to Dominic they were delicious. "And no, no Dean yet." The roar of the crowd from the wireless indicated that the match was starting and Seamus grinned. "Shall we go demand his presence immediately?"

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susanamybones
2014-08-30 03:37 pm UTC (link)

"I would never call you fat darling," Susan said with absolute focused conviction, before smiling easily as he drew her into his arms. "You are my dearest companion, and even if you were fat, which you very obviously are not," she said, poking him in his obviously taut stomach, "It wouldn't matter to me in the slightest."

She leaned to one side obligingly to let Seamus get up, snorting slightly at the sight of his refrigerator filled with alcoholic beverages. "A jam jar sounds lovely," she replied enthusiastically. "Not that I know what a jam jar is beyond a jar used for the storage of jam, you understand." She frowned delicately at Dean's lateness. "I hope he's alright," she mused as the crowed roared over the wireless. "I think demanding his presence is a very intelligent idea!"

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artistdean
2014-08-30 03:45 pm UTC (link)

Dean hadn't had a good night. He'd slept for a while only to wake from a poorly remembered nightmare and be unable to shrug it off and sleep again. He'd tried for a while but given up in the end and spent the next few hours making sesame chicken to last the week, and some lemon sugar cookies to take with him for the quidditch get together later.

Then of course he'd poked his to-do list and got some stray laundry done, only to start gulping down far too much coffee and heading for his studio. He remembered to take the cookies with him so he could go straight over to Seamus' but got caught up painting a portrait of a friend of Braith's who had agreed to sit for him a few weeks ago and lost all track of the time. The only thing he paused for was coffee, and grabbing more paint. His music played, and sometimes he hummed or sang along, but mostly he just painted.

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openbottle
2014-08-30 04:02 pm UTC (link)

Seamus and Susan apparated together, arriving at Dean's studio mere seconds apart. Seamus hadn't even bothered to put on shoes, which was probably a mistake given the amount of paint on the floor of Dean's studio. "Told you he'd be here," Seamus said as soon as he spotted Dean. He hadn't actually needed to tell Susan. They both knew that Dean being late meant a Dean distracted by his work, especially at that time of day.

"Seems like he loves us less than," Seamus said loudly, walking up to Dean's shoulder and peering at the canvass. "Than this charming woman," he finished, not recognising the subject of the piece. He made puppy dog eyes at Dean, pouting out his lower lip. "Did you forget about us?"

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susanamybones
2014-08-30 04:14 pm UTC (link)

Susan rolled her eyes, and delicately stepped over a smear of what she rather detachedly thought could pass for blood. "Of course he's here," she retorted with a smirk. "Time is an illusion, doubly so when Dean is painting."

"What are we going to do with you Handsome," she asked with mock exasperation by way of greeting, coming up to peer over Dean's other shoulder. "My she is a, uh," she groped around blindly for an inoffensive adjective. "Yeah, let's go with charming."

She patted Dean's shoulder gently and mirrored Seamus' expression. "You totally forgot us, didn't you?"

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artistdean
2014-08-30 04:29 pm UTC (link)

Dean was blessed with some thankfully chatty friends given his jumpiness about being approached. When first Seamus and then Susan approached his shoulders he stifled his initial flinch and rolled his eyes. He looked at the clock on his wall and winced. "Sorry."

"I didn't forget you, not as such, I just... got in the zone or whatever." He looked critically at the portrait and gave a pleased nod. "I made quite a bit of progress too. And she's a lovely lady. Friend of Braith's, tells fantastically dirty jokes." He set his palette aside and whipped out his wand to put the necessary stasis charm on his work.

Then he turned around and gave a slightly chagrined smile. "At least I'm predictable."

"Twenty seconds and I can grab the cookies and go." He started automatically preparing to leave by banishing his cleaning jar to the sink and protecting the palette from drying out before doing a quick visual inspection for anything he'd forgotten.

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openbottle
2014-08-30 04:41 pm UTC (link)

"Don't need to apologise to me, handsome," Seamus said. He'd decided early (before lunch, when there'd still been time in his day to think) that adopting Susan's nickname for two weeks was just one of the many ways they could try to drive her into losing their dare. "But if we get back and Appleby have scored you may have to grovel to Susan."

Even though he could still taste the sweet chocolate of the brownie on his tongue, Seamus visibly perked up. "Cookies?" He looked around and spotted them, heading over to pick them up - and resisting the urge to stuff one into his mouth. "Anything weird in them?" They didn't look like there was anything weird in them, no green flecks of basil or thyme or rosemary. Still, it was good to be sure.