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Tweak says, "I like singing on uranus!"

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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