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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean managed to rescue his chips from a fuzzy death on the floor with a quick scoop to the side of the package. He didn't bother complaining, it was somewhat inevitable really that Seamus' head would end up in his lap. "Like I said, dude, not your servant," he said, the part of him which had been told the history of people of his colour rebelling hard. Thankfully he knew Seamus was his friend and didn't mean anything by it but a joke. He rolled his eyes and grabbed a chip from Seamus' pile and waved it a couple of inches from Seamus' mouth before grinning and eating it himself. Anticipating the protest he took one of his own chips and fed it to Seamus as he opened his mouth and leaned over slightly so Seamus could see his cheeky grin.

He dug back into his food, chewing and swallowing some fish before he answered Seamus' question. "Nah, I always just used the school ones, but we could get one from somewhere. I mean we could use a football, but it's a pain in the arse if we drop it and it's harder to grab," he said. He glanced at Seamus again and shrugged. "Sure, you can come any time you like. Thursday evenings after 6pm for an hour or so at Susan's pool. There's a board by the door we pass messages on so you'd know if I'd come and gone early." After a few moments he added. "We could always owl Hogwarts about using the pitch over the summer."