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 decided to let the topic drop as gracefully as possible, which mostly meant ignoring it completely and trying to sneak a chocolate sprinkle that was dripping down Dennis's cone. He managed to catch it with his finger and popped it into his mouth with a triumphantly satisfied sort of hum.
He frowned, though, not liking the idea of Dennis being lonely. "If you're not happy doing it, why don't you ask for a more local assignment?" he asked. "I thought you wanted to travel and stuff?" He supposed he could understand wanting something and then finding it didn't live up to your expectations, but he didn't want Dennis to feel like he was stuck with it now he had it. "Or you could take your journal and write about stuff there. Then I'd see it and other people would get to reply. Plus, it's instant. At least, I think it is. Dominic would know for sure."
At Dennis's last words, Seamus frowned even more. There was something behind the words... a dissatisfaction with life, or at least that's what it sounded like to Seamus. And he wanted to fix it - but he didn't really know how. "More than ten minutes," he insisted. "We need our cub to spoil." He really needed to have some kind of Gryffindor gathering like he'd been talking to Dean about. They'd been scattered too much by life lately.