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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus laughed as the little phoenix balanced precariously on the cookie. Their hiding game was something normal and them - even if Seamus did sometimes miss their original trinket. It had been lost somewhere during the war, neither of them having thought about it until months after it was all over. Seamus liked to hope it was tucked in some corner of the Gryffindor Common Room or elsewhere on the Hogwarts grounds and that it might stay there until it was discovered by some sharp-eyed former student. The more likely reality was that it had been destroyed along with whatever bit of the castle it had been in, or was lost out in the world somewhere where Dean had dropped it without realising. Both too depressing to spend much time contemplating, though on this occasion Seamus couldn't entirely push the question out of his mind.

"I did not break the rules," he huffed, the whiny note in his tone a little too peevish, despite the fact that he wasn't honestly offended by the implication. "And it was not 'half way down'. It was visible." Part of it. Just the tip of one wing, really, but Seamus had deemed that enough to count. It had been a long time ago, before their holiday, maybe even before Christmas. They'd both been too busy to notice. "I'm sure I had a very good reason."