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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Ooh," Seamus said, nodding enthusiastically. "That's good too. Especially if it's a cute and cuddly something and not a clawing and biting and exploding something." Honestly, he didn't think anyone in their year would ever completely get over the blast-ended skrewts. Why did they exist and why, in Merlin's holy name, had anyone thought to teach a bunch of 13 year olds to handle them? "Maybe like a pygmy puff, or something."

He reached for the thinner of the two presents, huffing slightly. "And don't think I missed that crack against my country, Thomas. There are many perks to being an Irishman. The drinking and the accent are just the two most obvious." The words were obviously teasing and affectionate as Seamus tore into the wrapping paper. He'd opened it backwards, so all he saw at first was the back of the frame - but he quickly flipped it over and started grinning. "Brilliant!" he declared, poking Dean's smiling face through the glass, then nudging the node very carefully aside to examine his own face. "Aye," he began, sounding as if there were more to come - but he stopped, watching their photographed images poke and laugh and lean together. It wasn't the first picture he had of the two of them. He still had a box in his Hogwarts trunk somewhere of old photographs and bits of old essays. He'd let Dean rummage through it to make his comfort boxes, but he knew there was still plenty left.

"Big softy," he muttered, his cheeks going slightly pink - and it wasn't entirely clear whether he were talking about Dean or himself. "It's really great."