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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus was late. Just a little. Ten minutes - okay, twenty minutes. Twenty five by the time he managed to apparate to a quiet spot and walk the short distance to Susan's house. It wasn't his fault, really. He'd taken the afternoon shift so as to get the evening off and then he'd had to stay behind and premake a bunch of chips and garlic bread and chicken wings for in case anyone got hungry while they were without a chef.

Despite his tardiness, he wasn't worried. Susan loved him far too much to actually hex him. It was actually hard to worry about anything as he knocked at Susan's door and admired her garden. He felt satisfied and content in a way he hadn't in ages. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like not to be sexually frustrated - not to look at every cute guy who walked past and want and wish for things that his trust issues made basically impossible.

He rearranged his gifts - wine and a bunch of flowers - so they'd be the first thing Susan saw when she opened the door. He wasn't worried, but he could still play things to his advantage. He'd like not to get hexed - certainly not before Sunday.