Seamus Finnigan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} openbottle) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Seamus had chosen to leave the pub with a skeleton staff today - predicting that few people would be in Monument Alley at all when the lure of candyfloss and ice cream in the spring sunshine was only an apparition away. He'd already spent a couple of hours seeing what Hogsmeade had to offer. He'd watched a flying display, visited the fortune teller and lent his strength to the tug-of-war. In between those activities, he'd managed a journal conversation with Dean, who he'd spotted from a distance early in the day.
Now, with nothing left to do - and the nagging feeling that he ought to get back to his pub - he joined the queue at the face painting stall and watched Dean finish up a glittery golden snitch on a little girl's cheek. Once she'd scampered off, Seamus sat down in the vacated seat. "So do I get mate's rates or what?" he teased with no preamble.