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 hesitated for a second as he realised that to sleep, Dean would have to move away, would stop acting as a further guard on his right side against the world. But all he said was, "Sure I'm not using it." Dean was obviously tired, and Seamus was hardly good company right now. He groaned slightly as he realised his pillows and duvet were still down in The Roost.
"There's a spare blanket in the bottom of the chest of drawers." He looked around for something he could transfigure into a pillow and ended up summoning a towel from the bathroom. Best to start with something already softish. A little quiet wandwork transfigured it into a fat, slightly oddly shaped, pillow which he offered to Dean.