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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

As Dean shuffled, Seamus draped an arm over his shoulders, leaning his head against Dean's. He summoned the truffles over first, propping the box up in the space between them. "Sounds like it went to hell fast." He didn't ask what had happened - didn't think he needed to. If Dean wanted to talk about it, he'd tell him and if he didn't he'd keep it to himself.

"We can order real food if you want," he said. "It's late, but I know places." You had to know places that delivered late if you were as prone as Seamus to skipping meals and worked in an establishment that didn't close til midnight. His hand curled around Dean's shoulder, rubbing in what he hoped were soothing circles. "Where did you go?" If it was somewhere wizarding there was a chance - however small - of this ending up in the gossip columns. Growing up with Harry Potter meant Seamus still occasionally thought about things like that, especially after what had happened when Harry tried to come to Battlescars.