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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean shrugged, he saw that keeping his own broom in Greencastle would actually be logical most of the time since he didn't really have anywhere else to fly and he didn't go very often, but right now he was rather thankful he hadn't left it there.

"Glad to hear it," he said, knowing Mrs Finnigan had always treated him basically like family. Family was really not what he wanted today though, and he was pleased Seamus was going to oblige him.

Taking a breath Dean made sure Seamus was hanging on tight and Apparted them neatly to a couple of houses down from Seamus' parents, just outside the back gate. It was easily still in the wizarding area of the town and he was far less likely to be dragged into the kitchen.

"I'm going to head to the field, you can catch me up," he said, referencing the place they'd been flying in Greencastle ever since the first time Dean had visited. To tell the truth Dean was now itching to get into the air and just concentrate on something that wasn't Ophelia, his new nightmare or the whole awkward mess just for a little while.