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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

As soon as Seamus was settled he'd apparate back to his flat and grab the ingredients and a pan and come back here to do the actual cooking. He was worried enough he didn't want to leave really, but hopefully if he gave Seamus some of the pain potion he could relax enough to be gone for two minutes.

He watched as Seamus took his potion, taking the mug back when Seamus handed it to him. He could tell by his face that it tasted as awful as ever, but at least he looked as if he might be marginally less annoyed now and attempting to relax too. He banished the cup to the sink so that it wouldn't get confused with the tea, which was brewing. Dean looked at Seamus for a few seconds before wandering over to supervise it. It was easier to add the milk by hand anyway. Or would Seamus prefer honey and lemon?

He wandered back over to find Seamus adjusting his clothes and he fixed his eyes on his face instead of his undone jeans. The quiet admission made him sigh softly. He suspected something like that might have been going on. "Time of year?" he asked gently, more a confirmation than an actual question. "I think I've only managed because I'm on potions still." His sleep had still been a little disturbed but the sleeping potion at least meant he got a decent amount of sleep and his nightmares weren't hellish.

The soft clink let him know the tea was brewed and pouring into a mug a minute or two later. "You want honey and lemon or milk?" he asked. He might have offered ginger tea if he thought Seamus actually had any, what with the feeling faintly sick thing.