"Remind me to introduce you to the wonders of cleaning charms," Seamus teased, fully aware that Dean already knew them. "You don't have to do everything the muggle way." He leaned against Dean for a moment longer before pulling away and leading the way to the door - extinguishing the lights once they were both outside and securing the wards behind them.
He waved away Dean's objections. "There are shops in London that sell fish and skinny 'fries', Dean," he moaned. "And there's not even that many of those! I don't know why, but London is a desert as far as chippies are concerned." He shoved his hands in his pockets as they walked, the temperature out how noticeably lower than in built-up London.
For all he loved the city, Greencastle was still home and Seamus enjoyed having Dean here to share it - even if only for an evening. "So where're we going on this holiday?" he asked, thinking that daydreaming about destinations might be fun.