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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Even though it was hard to spot Dean thought there might be an additional flush to Seamus' cheeks as he blustered his way through what was pretty clearly a lie about his previous splinter. He raised his eyebrows, not really taken in. "No, I don't know," he said, blandly. "Maybe you want to explain it to me? Because I'm not so sure there was any flying involved."

"No, I guess it doesn't, but right now it pretty much seems like it," he said, sighing deeply enough that Seamus' head moved up and down with his stomach. "No, I'm good thanks," he said, knowing the offer wasn't just about Seamus trying to win a around.

After a minute or two of just lying there staring at the slowly darkening sky he took a deep breath and began to speak. "I just wish she hadn't wormed in far enough that her yelling that really hurt me. I mean I expected that from dickheads who don't know me, but you'd think my girlfriend would realise that I don't want her yelling about my mental health in public. Especially around muggles who won't understand. Of course she does that and it hurts so much, it hurts enough that it keeps invading my dreams. Only they've become nightmares where instead of the relative privacy of a restaurant - no matter how much I like it mind you - she's yelling it in the middle of Diagon Fucking Alley, yelling 'You have a problem with your brain, I never expected you to be normal!'," he said, swallowing the bile in his throat bitterly. It wasn't exactly what she'd said, but it was close enough that every time it took him back to the utterly helpless anger and fear he felt in those moments in the restaurant.