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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

They were drawing some attention from the rest of the customers in the bar, but Seamus didn't care. He was happy - really, genuinely happy - which had been a rare feeling of late. "You do," he agreed, slumping comfortably against Dean as his fork meandered over the plates while he tried to decide what to eat next. "And very good at it you are." Which only confirmed that more holidays with Dean were definitely a good idea.

He snorted delightedly at Dean's bawdy joke. "No points," he said, once he'd recovered and could sort of present a straight face. "Too obvious, too cliche. For shame, Dean! And you on the Quidditch team and everything." Granted, the only person making obvious innuendos during Dean's brief time on the team had probably been Seamus himself, but that wasn't the point. "Fuckin' leprechauns are worse than dwarves," he added, as his mind leapt kangaroo-fashion back to the previous point." Possibly that was national pride talking, but Seamus would never admit it.

"Or just... get a load of bad poetry together before the day?" he said, stealing the plate Dean had been digging in to before he could finish the lot. "Generic, or with spaces for hair colour or something... Then I could send that out on request and none of it would be too personal. Besides, I could give people the option to opt out at the bar. Charge a couple of knuts and give it all to charity..." His mind was really working now and he turned the sheet of paper over, abandoning his fork to scribble down all that he'd just said. "Lockhart managed to hire some dwarves for the day... Leprechauns might think it was funny." Of course, there was still the question of finding them. Seamus rapidly scanned through his list of friends to see who might be able to help. Rolf? Leprechauns were technically magical creatures...