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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Scrubbing a hand over his face Dean tried to remember if he'd agreed to do anything else on Friday. Clearly he wasn't working, Seamus would know that. "Not that I know of. We still need to take Jess and Cat out at some point though, or I'll start getting phone calls when I go to the pool." Dean had a mobile phone that his family could leave messages on for him to pick up when he was out of magical interference, which mostly happened when he went swimming.

He could tell that Susan was trying to communicate something really important or significant to him, but he couldn't interpret her look, so he brushed it off. If she wanted to say something she could. It might lose her the bet if his guess was right, but she could say something.

His mind's eye helpfully conjured the image of the rapidly diving seeker for him and gave a little whoop as the announcer relayed his success. "Excellent, that goes nicely with West Ham winning too! And yes. Food, please. Brilliant though it was that brownie only filled a small corner!"