Re: Dean and Seamus
Dean thought for half a second that he could suggest just coming to the studio and transfiguring a few drums, but then he realised his paint was expensive and not really the best for just getting messy with. "Yeah, sure. I could charm it to sparkle and stuff."
He was yawning through Seamus' explanation and then rolled his eyes. "Not my birthday any more," he said, walking over and grabbing Seamus' arm to display the very much not-flaming tattoo. "And you're being an idiot. C'mon, bed," he said, tugging a bit. "We can share."