Seamus was late - as usual. This time, though, it was not because he'd been stuck in a rush of customers or helping in the kitchen or overseeing an activity. It was rather because between the excitement of his holiday approaching, writing notes to Dean and trying to pack he'd completely lost track of time. He rushed down the stairs, just managing not to collide with Justin as he skidded to a stop. "Hi," he breathed, flushed and a little out of breath. His stomach rumbled. "Uhm. Anywhere that does food? I forgot lunch." Justin ought to be used to that by now. "Somewhere casual?" Diagon Alley was not exactly overwhelming in its selection, so Seamus started to lead the way towards the muggle world. "I quite fancy pizza."
He slipped his arm through Justin's to keep him close in the post-workday crowds. "How are you, anyway? What were you doing today?"