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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Noticing the creep of Dean's hand towards his hair, Seamus obligingly tilted to bring his curls closer to Dean's fingers. “Exactly,” he agreed. “And then loads of people have muggle relatives…” But getting muggles to such a meeting was obviously going to be rather more tricky. It was probably something Seamus should think over at a more sensible time of day, because right now he couldn’t even remember if muggles could get into the Leaky Cauldron from the non-Diagon Alley side.

He gave Dean a mock-innocent smile, looking up at him through pale lashes. “Isn’t that what I said?” He was, at least, generous with his own food in return – when he actually had any. He watched as Dean seemed to lose interest in the cake, waiting until he’d actually pushed it away to levitate it back over to a safe place. “Sleep sounds good.” He disentangled himself long enough for one last, long swallow of whiskey to help him on his way – otherwise anger at Ophelia and disappointment with Justin and whatever vague uneasy feelings were hanging around would likely keep him up.

“Love you,” he murmured as he settled back into position, nudging his head against Dean’s hands helpfully. He figured Dean deserved to have someone tell him today, even if it was just Seamus.