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RP: Even more of a birthday surprise than was anticipated
Who: Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan
What: Seamus delivers Dean's birthday presents. Dean forgets his birthday
Where: Dean's bedroom (tiny bit of Towpath Studios)
When: Morning, Monday 24th August
Rating: NSFW - Swearing and small amount of poorly consented sexual-ish content (check with players if you want more details)



Despite a few slow periods when he was literally watching or waiting for paint to dry the past month had been an incredibly busy one for Dean. His sudden breakthrough during a bout of sleeplessness had catapulted him head first into almost a month of working on a test run for his Nightmare project. People grumbling at the price of his work could be directed at just how long wizarding art could take in addition to the actual painting time.

All the painting, and masking, and waiting had finally come to a close in the early hours of Monday morning when he'd been unable to sleep at midnight and had decided to go and check on the drying progress of the final layer. Upon discovering it was dry he'd set about doing the spell work to bring everything to life.

He had finally, finally finished in the early hours of the morning, watching for several tense minutes as the piece moved its way through the first of many, many repetitions of its final form. There were a few little niggles he had with it, but it had basically worked and he could easily fix those in the final piece. He'd jumped for joy and danced around his studio for a solid ten minutes before realising he was absolutely exhausted, all the hours he had spent working and worrying about how it would go finally crashing down on him in a complete lack of adrenaline.

He had made a very careful check he'd finalised his spells and closed up his studio again, leaving the piece on prominent view to remind himself of his success when he came back later. Or possibly the next day. Such success deserved a reward.

Said reward was sleep. He didn't even bother showering when he got home, just stripped off his clothes where he stood and crawled under his duvet. He was asleep within minutes, snoring softly.

Not once in all of this did he remember that it was his birthday and he was likely to get a visitor. A visitor for whom he usually made a concession to at least underwear in bed.