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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

More or less finished with his food, or at least down to chips he could eat one handed, Seamus eased an arm around Dean's waist as they leaned together. "I've seen her in the Common Room a few times, but she never really talks to anyone." Seamus had maybe inherited a bit of his mam's instinct to look after anyone who looked lost or alone - though he didn't want to intrude, so he mostly stayed aware of them, made sure no one bothered them. "Always got a sketchbook with her, I'd know she was an artist even if you hadn't pointed her out."

"Hmm." Seamus didn't want to buy anything that might trigger Dean. His flat was supposed to be one of Dean's safe spaces, after all. "Christmas is coming up. I wonder if mam would like one." He wasn't sure she would, really. She knew Dean a little too well, knew what he'd been through. It was unlikely she'd be able to view any of the pieces as just 'art'. Graeme might have been able to, but he lived in a muggle area so no magical paintings for him. "We'll see, I guess. Maybe they'll all sell before I can get around to buying one."