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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

He snorted at the image of him carrying Susan into battle. "It's all the swimming," he said, flexing his arms jokingly with a bit of an eye roll. "And yes, probably. Me plus you is going to be slower than either of us running alone." He focused on her as she spoke about her colleagues, head tilted in consideration. "I didn't actually, but I know the muggle name was shell shock originally, so it's not surprising." The fact his therapist was a knowledgeable muggle rather than actually wizard made that little difference.

"I like silly things with happyish endings and get bored if it's all romance. And hey, I like Douglas Adams too!" he protested. He was a long way from being a book snob of any sort, and mostly went on recommendations so he could avoid things that triggered him. "You want me to read other things, you've gotta tell me what I might like!"

"Oh, Susan!" he complained. Her metaphors were often colourful, but a visual imagination wasn't very compatible with that particular kind of colour. He shrugged in the end though. "As long as he doesn't bake the stuff himself you're very lucky." Then again Seamus didn't usually need to apologise to him for anything.

He nodded thoughtfully. He could remember a time when he'd sort of thought that his magic was a little scary, but that had rapidly been taken over by wonder and excitement. "Yeah. Although, Circe, that must have been horrible. I'm glad she's okay." He shook his head, amused at the possibility that she might come across him randomly. "Well you might want to remember," he said. "I don't want to shock her."

"Hey, I'm not knocking the awesome house, and I prefer the honesty, but like you say everyone has something that they're uncomfortable with that they still have to live with," he said lightly. The idea of her tying him to a chair was kind of hilarious, but also pretty scary because he had no doubt she'd have done it in an inescapable way and now that he thought about it it might be best to stop thinking about it right away. He shuddered slightly. "Something like that. It didn't taste so bad, just looked pretty suspect. Just be thankful my family taught me to cook!"