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Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Susan grimaced and waved her hand back and forth several times. "Yeah it ran away from me a bit. Oh well." She nodded at his comment about eating away from his painting - it made a lot more sense than her rambles about flying pigs. She paused her nodding at his next question, then shrugged in what she hoped was an enigmatic fashion but probably looked more nonchalant. "What is this 'sleep' that you speak of, and what on earth does it have to do with me?"

"He would have made an excellent Auror, or maybe even an Unspeakable," she agreed, shaking her head slightly. "Oi, that's a horrid thing to say," she laughed with an expression of mock outrage. "You're meant to be 'oh no Susan, you're lovely', though you win points for being immune to my forest fiery ways I suppose." She smiled back at him, glad that - all things considered - he was in a relatively good mood.

Her smile slipped away slightly at his next words, and she rolled her eyes. "Yes, I'm sure Martin is a lovely chap - not that I've met him, but Seamus will do what he always does in relationships with men who aren't you," she replied with a sigh and slight shake of the head. "Which is to say: he'll go in all fire and vigour, get to the point where the chap would quite like to see him naked, have a breakdown about showing his scar to someone who isn't you or I, be comforted by probably just you considering the last time I tried to comfort him about something scar related," she paused and stabbed a little over-zealously at a piece of lasagna, which was growing slightly cold. "Then he'll either sabotage the relationship to get away from having to deal with his trauma, or be dumped because the other guy won't understand that Seamus' intimacy issues have nothing to do with sex and everything to do with a deep, overwhelming, and utterly incorrect belief that he is a coward who doesn't deserve to be happy because he was frightened in a battle."

She watched with amusement as he summoned one of his ubiquitous mugs of coffee. "Thanks but that's okay, I have something in here," she said, pausing to reach into her handbag for a moment. She frowned, and reached deeper into it, before pulling out a glass and a bottle of grape juice. "Do you want some of this?"