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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Yes, yes, I'm gorgeous, get over it," Dean said, waving them away with a roll of his eyes. Now that he'd realised he hadn't had food it was becoming a slightly more pressing issue.

Dean's smile shifted as he bit his lip at the mention of Ophelia. "Oh, she's, you know, nice." He was hesitating, slightly embarrassed that he'd clearly given away that he had something of a crush while he was drunk. "She's settled in a bit better now, I helped her get some things into the kiln the other day, I think you'll like her jewellery." He smiled softly, remembering the way Ophelia kept tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and forgetting the English words for things.

"That was only once, and I keep my potions well away from the kitchen now," he muttered petulantly at Susan's reminder. As she apparated away he rolled his eyes and shook his head at Seamus. "Go on, I'll be along in a sec."

Only a minute or so later, after checking the wards on both his own studio and the building as a whole, Dean apparated after the other two.