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Dominic Chambers (knowhow) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

For once, Dominic apparated straight from his own flat to the door of Finnigan's, saving himself a walk down Monument Alley and pushing the door open. Seamus was behind the bar, looking as if he were about to faint away or else be sick over everything - Dominic couldn't decide which, and decided it didn't really matter.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, matter-of-factly. "And don't tell me it's just a headache because if it were you'd have asked for a pain-relief potion and not for me to cover your shift." He peered at Seamus who was paler even than usual, with dark bags under his eyes. That wasn't necessarily unusual, but he was usually careful not to work himself so hard he couldn't last through his shift. "Should I get a healer?"

Seamus shook his head quickly, then stopped and bit his lip hard as if the movement had hurt him. "Dean's on his way," he said, gesturing to the journal he'd just read. "It doesn't take two of you, not on a Tuesday."

Dominic hid neither his relief nor his impatience. "Great. I'll cover your shift and Dean can take you upstairs and decide whether or not you need medical attention." He moved to stand behind the bar, squeezing his way past Seamus and then giving him a gentle shove towards the stairs. "Go on, upstairs. I'll send Dean up when he gets here."