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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Sort of." Seamus frowned, mentally scanning both his and Dean's schedules for the upcoming week. He had both of them memorised, even before they were affixed to the notice board in the staff room. "We could do Friday. At least, neither of us is working Friday evening." He glanced up at Dean again, assuming that if his friend had plans he'd already know about then. "You're not busy, are you?"

If he flushed slightly at Susan's questioning, it could easily be put down to how warm his flat was with the three of the squashed on his sofa like this, or to the spice in his drink - which he took a large gulp of instead of making any reply. "Will your brother be at this dinner party?" He liked Edgar well enough, but this habit of his friends' siblings developing crushes on him was both disconcerting and a little frustrating. He'd really rather people his own age were developing crushes on him, but of course he had no such luck.

Seamus cheered again when Appleby's seeker caught the snitch, this time genuinely caught up in the excitement. "Congratulations, Susan," he said, making a little bow with his upper body. "But don't think this means you're going to beat Kenmare to the finals." He got up with only a minimum of reluctance. "Would you like a celebratory drink?"