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Tweak says, "My eye hurts."

Seamus Finnigan (what_to_sea) wrote in intothefire_rpg,
@ 2011-06-18 18:31:00

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astoria greengrass, june2002, seamus finnigan

Who: Seamus and Astoria
What: Bumping into each other accidentally.
Where: Diagon Alley
When: Saturday June 18th
Rating: PG-13 for swearing

Seamus sat on a bench just outside Sugarplum’s Sweet Shop, scratching the words still bugging very deliberately into his journal. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had managed to piss him off quite so thoroughly. He hardly even knew this girl but she was under his skin, drawing out the worst side of him.

He closed his journal tightly and vowed not to open it again. Astoria would undoubtedly reply within seconds, leaving another maddening remark that really, really wasn’t worth replying to. No. Not worth it at all.

“Damn it,” he breathed and opened the journal again, only to feel his fist clench as he read her words. “Fine. If the last words are so important to you, have them,” he said, tossing his quill at the journal.

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what_to_sea
2011-06-19 02:02 am UTC (link)

Seamus stopped mid stride and turned toward her, his eyes lit with anger. "Don't use that word around me. Don't say it. Don't think it," he said coldly. Mudblood was not a word that sat well with him.

"I was going to give you the benefit of the doubt. There is, after all, something to be said for tolerance. Do you even understand that word?" he asked. He no longer cared that they were standing in the middle of the street. No. The need for privacy was gone. It had only been a few years since the second war and the scars of the final battle had barely begun to fade.

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storigreengrass
2011-06-19 02:09 am UTC (link)

Astoria's lips curled into a rueful smirk as she saw the anger in his eyes. "What's a matter? You're not one are you? I mean if you're not, you have nothing to worry about. If you are, I'm sorry I'll hate you just because. It's a sad lot, I know."

"I'm following you aren't I? I am doing my best to give you the benefit of the doubt and maybe put a little trust in you. Or as you say, tolerance. I say I'm being quite tolerant of the company." She was good at pushing buttons. It usually got her what she wanted, yet this time she had a feeling she'd gone too far. Unfortunately her mouth and her brain were not on terms that'd allow them to work together. "Now, are we going to continue to our destination, or are we going to have this argument here in the middle of a crowded alleyway?"

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what_to_sea
2011-06-19 02:21 am UTC (link)

Seamus turned his back to her as the slow burn of his anger lit and his fist clench around the wand tucked into the waistband of his jeans. It surprised him every time – how someone could truly believe that another's bloodlines had anything to do with whether or not they should be treated as a person. Naive and selfish, he thought of her. Naive, selfish, and fucking disgusting.

Slowly he exhaled and spoke. “Listen to me very carefully,” he said without turning to look at her. “I need you to leave. Now.”

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	storigreengrass 2011-06-19 02:32 am UTC (link)
	A brow raised in question to his words. She knew she tread on this ice with this one. She saw it in the actions and word spoken since she spoke that one word. That word had become taboo among those who thought like her parents and were raised by parents like hers. "Or what? What are you going to do to me in the middle of a crowded area?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	what_to_sea 2011-06-19 02:41 am UTC (link)
	Seamus turned and studied her silently. Was she scared? He couldn’t tell, but he knew she was aware of how angry he was, how happy he’d be punish her for even thinking half of what she’d said aloud. “I’m not going to do anything,” he said, and then apparated. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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