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Tweak says, "feinted rules!"

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
2014-09-04 10:42 pm UTC (link)

Susan looked slightly offended. "When was the last time I hexed you Seamuse Finnigan," she asked, not without a certain amount of heat, before pausing and grimacing. "It's been at least two months."

"Loyalty, justice, and hard work don't actually necessarily make you a nice person," she replied thoughtfully. "Think of... what's that Muggle comic nutter with all the black called? Batguy? Manbat?" She shrugged and smiled encouragingly at Dean. "It doesn't really matter though, the past won't be changed."

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openbottle
2014-09-04 11:33 pm UTC (link)

"Two months isn't that long," Seamus said. "And it hurt." Well, a little. Probably more than Susan had meant it to, but she'd been having a bad day. He didn't really hold it against her.

Seamus looked at Susan, obviously confused. "Batman," he supplied helpfully. "It's really hard to imagine Batman as a Hufflepuff. I mean, the colours are right, but... who is he loyal to?" Besides, like Dean all the Hufflepuffs Seamus knew were just downright nice and friendly and loving.

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artistdean
2014-09-04 11:59 pm UTC (link)

"Okay, okay, enough of that. Since you're complaining you don't get enough, beautiful, it's time for group cuddles on the sofa. And yes, gorgeous, that does mean all of us. Also possibly the cookies," Dean said, turning to face first Susan, then Seamus.

He stood and picked up the cookies, going and planting himself in the middle of the sofa and waiting for the others to join him.

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	susanamybones 2014-09-05 11:02 am UTC (link)
	Tiredly, Susan wandered over and snuggled down next to Dean. There were days where the innate, tactile nature of her friendships at Hogwarts made her actively seek physical affection. Now was one of those times. "This is nice," she said with a yawn, resting her head on Dean's shoulder and looking over enquiringly at Seamus. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

openbottle
2014-09-05 11:15 am UTC (link)

Seamus watched his two friends retire to the sofa, his eyebrows drawn together. Did Dean just...? He shook his head and tried to ignore the way his cheeks suddenly felt warm. He puttered around for a few moments, refreshing glasses and setting the plates to washing before he felt Susan's eyes on him.

"Alright, yes, I'm coming." He grabbed the brownies and handed them to Susan, then fitted himself into the space on Dean's other side, leaning against the armrest with his bare feet curled up and pressing into Dean's leg. He munched on another cookie while he surveyed his friends. Satisfied that everyone was happy and comfortable he tipped his head back against the cushions and closed his eyes.

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