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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Sunday had seemed to come out of nowhere, leaving Seamus reeling slightly and still trying to find his feet come Monday morning. Usually he was pretty on top of things and had the Finnigan's timetable memorised but today - was it Gobstones or Duelling Club? Chess? Everytime he checked, the information fell out of his head again immediately, leaving him more perplexed than ever. The only thing he was absolutely sure of was that it was his turn to check on Dean. That was too important to be forgotten and Seamus had made himself a reminder.

He'd worked most of the day and, after firmly establishing that there was no evening event at which his presence was expected, apparated to Dean's flat - which was empty. It had been a long shot, but the idea of apparating into the studio and potentially being confronted by Ophelia had made it worthwhile. Fortunately, his fears were unfounded and instead of Ophelia, he found Dean - moving and waving his arms around. Dancing? Seamus laughed, moving to perch on the arm of the couch. "Evening, handsome. You look like you're enjoying yourself."