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Seamus Finnigan ([info]firewaterburn) wrote in [info]pandorarpg,
@ 2011-11-04 01:09:00

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Entry tags:!status: complete, ^date: november 01 2003, character: dean thomas, character: justin finch-fletchley, character: lavender brown, character: seamus finnigan

Who: Seamus, Dean, Justin, Lavender. (Is this good for posting order? If not, first come, first served!)
What: Food and friends, company and comfort.
When: November 1, 2003 a little before 2PM.
Where: Seamus and Dean's place in Blackpool.
Rating: PG, maybe higher for language.

The small house was filling with the delicious smells of lunch being prepared and for the first time all day, Seamus's stomach growled. He was glad his conversation with Lavender had reminded him about food. Neither he nor Dean had eaten since the night before, and he figured Justin hadn't either. Getting the terrible news about Harry that morning had pretty much killed his appetite, but Seamus could practically hear his mum's voice berating him for not taking care of himself and Dean.

So Seamus had nudged Dean into cooking - partially just to give him something to do - while he distracted Justin and himself by going through their music collection in the living room until Lavender arrived with her pies. It was an almost homey scene if not for the heavy sadness lingering in the air.



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[info]artisgratia
2011-11-04 01:53 pm UTC (link)
Dean was actually quite grateful for the distraction. Cooking meant he had to focus on something besides his own thoughts, and he leapt at the chance. He's tried painting earlier and it was very nearly an exercise in futility. He the himself into it, option for Anglo-Indian and making a pretty decent Chicken tikka masala. It wasn't as good as one would get proper in India or cooked by someone Indian, but it was a pretty bag-up job if Dean said so himself. With rice on the side and some fresh greens, Dean almost found himself forgetting the reason for the somberness in the air.

Almost.

Justin was still with them, and Dean hoped he was feeling a bit in better spirits as well. "Just, mind setting the table for us?" Seamus was handling music and drinks, Lavender was bringing pies, and with Dean covering the rest of dinner, they should all be set by the time Lavender arrived.

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[info]basilisk_srvivr
2011-11-04 02:37 pm UTC (link)
Justin nodded absently and, handing a disc to Seamus, got up onto his feet to head into the kitchen. He was a frequent enough visitor that he knew the layout of the kitchen - though even after a single visit he tended to learn such things, simply striding in and treating it like his own home.

He hadn't spoken much since hearing the news. Justin had a difficult time dealing with negative emotions like grief. He spent so much time being positive and friendly that he was taken aback by the opposite end of the spectrum. It didn't help that the two people he'd be leaning on most were the two people he didn't want to see right now.

He opened the cupboard and took out the plates, then grabbed the utensils from the drawer. Normally he would love the smell of Dean's cooking, but at the moment it only made him feel nauseated. He knew he'd have to eat, though - not because he felt he had to, but because his friends would worry if he didn't.

He began setting out the dishes, putting his full concentration on the task. It wasn't something he was used to doing at home, so he would usually get a kick out of doing it at a friend's place. Not this time.

"So when did Lav say she'd be here?"

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[info]lavishly
2011-11-05 01:28 am UTC (link)
To think her day had actually started off well enough. Still in a good mood from the night before she had gone into the bakery a little later than her normal time to complete her orders and free up her Saturday. And with one pieces of news that she knew wasn't going to be good from her aunt's face, her day took a total three-sixty. From there she had simply settled into the routine of the task at hand, baking far more than she needed to, but there was comfort there. And at least the shop she wouldn't have to be alone.

Eventually she did have to go home. That was when she started experimenting with the vegetables she had sitting around her kitchen and she started making pies. Pies that she had no intention on eating because Lavender Brown didn't eat when she was stressed or she felt like the world was too chaotic for her - especially when no one was watching. So, in the big scheme of things it was a very good thing that Seamus invited her out to Blackpool.

Once the pies were out of the oven, she boxed them up to apparate with them. From there, it was just a matter of grabbing her well-worn and loved pink hoodie, tugging it on over her clothes that still smelled like a morning of baking and apparated over to Blackpool. She was impressed she had managed to do it on the first go and not be missing any of her extremities.

It was a short walk up to the familiar house and a matter of impressive balance to knock on the door without dropping the pies.

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[info]firewaterburn
2011-11-05 06:21 pm UTC (link)
No sooner had Justin asked his question than there was a knock at the door. "That'll be her now," Seamus said as he set down the CDs he'd been rifling through and went to get the door. The smell of the pies hit him first on the blast of cool air that cut through his t-shirt, and he made out Lavender half hidden behind the stack of boxes. "Here let me help you with those." He took the boxes from her and nodded inside. "Dean's still cooking, but it should be done soon. Justin's setting the table." He was rambling a little, but it was better than the oppressive silence that had been lingering in the house since that morning.

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[info]artisgratia
2011-11-05 11:13 pm UTC (link)
Soon was absolutely right. Dean had just turned off the stove and was giving the tikka a last stir before he set down the spoon. "Well that was perfect timing," he commented loud enough for everyone to hear. He turned to greet Lavender and was truly impressed, both by the amount of baked goods she brought and her ability to manage them all.

He transferred the food from pots to bowls and plates and handed one to Justin to carry out to the table. Dean was worried about him but thought it best to just keep him occupied. "Hey Lav," he greeted her, setting down the bowls in his hand. he went over to give her a hug and relieve her of the last of the baked good. "How did you even manage to carry all this over here?"

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[info]basilisk_srvivr
2011-11-05 11:23 pm UTC (link)
Justin gave a small half-hearted wave to Lavender as she came in, then went over to help Dean with the food. He didn't go over and hug her as he normally would any of his friends - he felt like he was only just being held together, and something as simple as human contact would be all it took for him to fall apart again.

He lay the bowl on the table with care. "What would you like to drink, Lav? Juice? Beer? Tea?"

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[info]lavishly
2011-11-05 11:54 pm UTC (link)
She smiled at Seamus when he opened the door, relieved to be ushered inside. "Well that's me, armed with the gift of perfect timing along with above human balance skills from years of practice." Lavender still wasn't particularly hungry, but she was interested in the social aspect of eating and just being around friends.

Even if there did seem to be other things going on that she didn't know about as Justin's actions could indicate. Although really there was enough going on already, so she wouldn't push the subject. "Tea maybe?" She said before she had a chance to really think about it. "No, not tea. Maybe just water, it will be safer that way." Even if it wasn't loose leaf tea, she didn't want to be tempted to go looking for something else. The reading from last night was bad enough.

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[info]firewaterburn
2011-11-06 01:19 pm UTC (link)
After setting the pies down in the kitchen, Seamus paused to look between Lavender and Justin. Justin who was being far too careful with their third-hand dishes and more subdued than Seamus had ever seen him. And Lavender, who was nervous about a cup of tea. This wasn't right, not in the least and Seamus only knew one way to help. "Fuck that," he muttered, irritated at nothing and everything as he got down glasses from the upper cabinet, then dug out the whiskey from below.

"All right, the lot of you." He waited until he had everyone's attention. "We're going to do this the Irish way. We're going to eat until we can't, and we're going to drink until we're stupid, and we're going to tell the best flippin' stories we can remember because this mopin' around shite isn't doin' anyone any good." Seamus was shaking a little and his hands were clenched tight, but he did his best to channel his mother. "We'll have plenty of time to mourn later. Lavender, I'll get you your water." And he did just that, filling a glass from the tap before going to hand it to her.

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[info]artisgratia
2011-11-06 01:39 pm UTC (link)
Dean could have dropped everything and kissed Seamus for that, but he decided to save that for later. Instead, he managed a smile, if only a small one and agreed immediately. "I couldn't said that better myself." Though Dean much preferred rum to whiskey, Irish mourning certainly called for the latter.

Dean started pouring food onto plates and looked over at Justin. "Sit down, mate, and have a plate and a glass. We're not really planning to take no for an answer, either." He set the first full plate down in front of Justin and started on Lavendar's. "That goes for you too, Lav." He filled Seamus's plate and then his own, only sitting down when everyone had food in front of them.

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[info]basilisk_srvivr
2011-11-06 03:23 pm UTC (link)
Justin did as he was told, taken aback by Seamus' outburst. Normally he wouldn't have been, in fact he'd have been the first to agree and get the glasses. This was just a day unlike any other.

When the glass of whiskey was set before him, he didn't want to touch it at first. That's one of the things that had brought on trouble with Ernie and Hannah the night before, after all. However, he couldn't deny the need for a little social lubrication.

He picked up the glass and, taking a huge breath, downed it in one shot. It felt nice and warm going down, the most warm he'd felt all day. Seamus was right, this was what they needed. Now to tackle the food...

He tentatively took a bite. Good, his stomach didn't rebel. He took another more solid forkful and swallowed it down. He knew in theory it tasted good, but at the moment it tasted mostly like sawdust. A trace of the true flavour, however, finally made its way to his brain.

"Well Seamus, at least if you were gonna tie yourself to one bloke, you chose one who could cook."

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[info]lavishly
2011-11-06 07:12 pm UTC (link)
"Sorry, I just haven't really been sleeping and now..." she to no one in particular as she sat down at the table. Lavneder really didn't want to bring attention to the fact, but at least give some reason as to why she seemed so off. That plus the fact she didn't really see that changing in the upcoming week was enough to make anyone feel off.

"It looks good, Dean." Lavender still wasn't particularly excited on the idea of food, but she could pick at the plate and be polite. She reached and took a sip of her water, not entirely sold on the whiskey. Wine was one thing, but she couldn't even remember the last time she had whiskey. Although maybe now was the time to change that.

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[info]firewaterburn
2011-11-06 11:27 pm UTC (link)
Seamus didn't expect food and alcohol to make everything instantly better, but it would help. Justin was eating at least - finally - and Lavender...Seamus watched her pick at her food. Well, Lav would need a bit more coaxing, probably. He remembered how little she ate when they'd been hiding out in the Room of Requirement that last year. And with her not sleeping well, it was only to be expected, he guessed.

"You know I demand only the best," Seamus managed to joke, giving Justin a small smile before casting a warm look in Dean's direction. Digging into his own food, Seamus started to feel a bit human for the first time since that morning.

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[info]artisgratia
2011-11-07 01:17 am UTC (link)
Dean returned Seamus's look, but not before he noticed everyone's reluctance. Half-teasing, hoping to get at least a smile, Dean commented, "You all know how much Seamus can eat so feel free to get seconds. I've made quite a bit." It was pretty good, in his own opinion, and he flashed Justin a smile at the compliment. He tucked into his own plate and had a healthy dose of whiskey to wash it down.

"Lav," he asked suddenly, "how's business going? I've been meaning to stop by. I can cook but baking and I aren't very close mates." Maybe if he got them talking they could shift into the stories Seamus mentioned and pick up the atmosphere of the evening. If it continued in this vein, it would be a pretty dismal dinner.

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[info]lavishly
2011-11-07 01:48 am UTC (link)
Once she settled a little and stopped mentally obsessing over her cards or worrying about making it look like she was eating, Lavender would be fine. Or at least she could present an approximation of fine. The young woman had an amazing ability to talk, often without ever really saying anything specific. It was the sort of skill that might come in handy right now.

"Business is going well, I've recently put out some specialty items that have been selling well." She probably knew the industrial kitchen at Rising Loaf better than she knew the one in her home. "Merete thinks that I should offer to take special orders for the holidays and build up some sort of clientele." It was something that she hadn't really given much thought to. For the longest time baking had been something she fell into rather than something she wanted. Nowadays she wasn't so sure.

"Hence the pies, that and I have an abundance of squashes that I don't have any idea what to do with because while I can bake, I seriously lack the artistry to actually cook anything worth eating."

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[info]basilisk_srvivr
2011-11-07 02:01 am UTC (link)
Justin looked up from his food and wrinkled his face. "Squashes? Squashes aren't worth eating. They're what parents use when they want to punish us as children."

He reached for the bottle of Irish whiskey and poured himself another glass.

"Judging from what I've seen, you bake well. Just... don't bake squash. That's not artistry, that's torture."

It was the most he'd spoken in one shot all day, and it was thanks to the warmth of the whiskey. Well, that and his friends. He wondered briefly where Hannah had gone to find comfort, before quickly remembering how mad he was at her. He shook his head and drank half the glass of whiskey before delving back into his food.

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[info]firewaterburn
2011-11-07 03:12 pm UTC (link)
"Oi, I like squash!" Seamus piped up after swallowing down a mouthful of food, pointing at Justin with his fork. "They're a perfectly delicious vegetable...fruit...gourd. Now beets, those are a punishment!" It felt good that Justin was talking, that they were all talking, even if it wasn't about anything important at all.

Taking a drink, he let the warmth of the whiskey wash through him before he said to Lav, "I bet you could make squash pie. Or muffins. Or something. They're just like pumpkin, right? And delicious." The last was added with a pointed look at Justin.

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[info]artisgratia
2011-11-07 03:35 pm UTC (link)
Dean chuckled into his glass. "I've never much had a problem with either squash or beets. But I also don't exactly turn down anything put in front of me - food-wise anyhow." He waited until he'd had another bit, hewed and swallowed before replying to Lavender. "I think Merete's got a good idea there. You ought to take advantage of those skills. I know I'd put in a few special orders and bring them home to the rest of the family in a heartbeat. I'm sure plenty of folks would."

He pointed his fork at Lavender. "That said I'll take those squashes off your hands. I can come up with plenty to cook and I'm assured Seamus here will eat it plenty. He's got a point though; my mum bakes with squash all the time. Zucchini breads and the like. Butternut squash bread tastes almost the same as pumpkin bread to me."

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[info]lavishly
2011-11-07 09:56 pm UTC (link)
"Beets I can manage." She had figured out how to use them pretty quickly with how much she found herself with. "I have a really lovely chocolate beet cake recipe. Although you might have to find some courage and try the butternut squash pie I brought." Lavender wasn't sure how good it was going to be because she was trying a new recipe, but that was what friends are for.

"But I'll send over some of the squashes, in the hope that you'll be more inspired than I am with them. And if I do go through with the holidays orders, I might need a few volunteers to taste test." Sure, she could have done the same old thing, but she wanted it to be a little different than what they might be able to get on a regular basis. And it certainly didn't hurt to give her something else to focus on.

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[info]basilisk_srvivr
2011-11-08 03:29 am UTC (link)
"All of you are killing me, you know that?" Justin popped in with a wince, which was partly for show - he was making an attempt.

"I don't think I've eaten squash since first year. I overheard Filch telling someone they were grown using hippogriff dung, or some such thing, and I didn't quite know what a hippogriff was yet, so I was terrified of eating the stuff."

He paused, the memory bringing to mind yet another. "Should've been my first lesson in not believing what Filch said, but no. Remember-" He stopped, wondering if he should go on... but Seamus had said they would drink, eat, and tell stories. And this was his.

"Remember when the snake came after me? I swear I nearly wet myself thinking Harry was controlling the thing. Filch had told me he was the Heir of Slytherin, after all." After all this time, he was certainly able to laugh at the story, and he managed a small one.

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[info]firewaterburn
2011-11-08 03:31 pm UTC (link)
Seamus made a face at the idea of beets being used in baked goods. "Why would anyone ruin chocolate with beets?" It's a mystery to him, and an unappealing notion, but it doesn't stop him from making quick work of his first serving of food as conversation started to pick up around him.

He finally paused long enough to take another swig of whiskey to wash everything down. "I'm more than willing to be your guinea pig for anything involving pie," Seamus said to Lavender with mock-seriousness. "I'm sure it'll be fine, though. Can't imagine it not being, what with squash being involved. Like Dean said, we'll be glad to take any extra off your hands."

Seamus's smile was a semblance of its usual self, mischief hovering around its edges as he turned it on Justin at his protests. It barely even wavered when Justin brought up Harry. "Filch was a mean old codger, but he had it half right, yeah? I think he was only mad at Harry, though, for getting away with-" he stopped himself from saying 'bloody murder', instead going with "-so much he shouldn't have."

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[info]artisgratia
2011-11-08 04:56 pm UTC (link)
Dean relaxed a little more, glad that there seemed to be actual conversation going on now. "You are unjust toward beets," Dean replied to Seamus. "Personally I think Lavender could still make beets taste appealing in something she bakes, even to you." He cleaned off his plate and surprised himself by having seconds. He hadn't eaten anything sine the night before and he figured he would make up for it now that he was actually hungry.

"Filch was a terrible man," Dean agreed. "I think he spent all his time he wasn't actively lurking behind us all thinking up things to scare us, or otherwise torture us. We must have been the absolutely bane of his existence." The thought actually made Dean grin cheerfully as he said it.

Seamus was right though - Harry had gotten away with a lot, probably because he was Harry. It never really bothered Dean much, as it was mostly beneficial to Gryffindors. But it had placed strains of Harry's relationships before. "Harry had such a knack for flouting rules back in school, didn't he? It was almost an art."

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[info]lavishly
2011-11-09 02:05 am UTC (link)
"I think I just heard a challenge to get you too not only eat, but enjoy beets, Seamus." That was something she could handle, something she might even enjoy. It was certainly better than talking about snakes. Lavender shuddered at the thought of the basilisk. For someone who loved animals, she really hated snakes. It might have been an entirely irrational fear, but it was real for her. "Although, no more talking about giant slimy things with enormous teeth."

"It might have been trouble, but he did always seem to do the right thing and you know honestly not want any of the fame. Do you remember the non-speech he gave at the Hog's Head fifth year?" Lavender shook her head, remembering quite well the emotions of that day and the possibility of doing something wrong and in the process maybe even sticking it to Umbridge. "And I think he might have caused some trouble, but we did our fair share of rebelling in his honor that year and -" she paused just a second, "And in our last year."

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[info]basilisk_srvivr
2011-11-09 02:14 am UTC (link)
Justin nodded, a small smile on his face as he remembered the DA.

"Umbridge deserved whatever came to her," he said with definity.

"I've heard a few stories about that year; wish I could've seen it myself." But instead he stayed hidden away from everyone and everything he held dear. He lifted his glass and downed the last half of his whiskey. If he didn't start pacing himself, he'd be as bad off as he'd been the night before.

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[info]firewaterburn
2011-11-09 05:10 pm UTC (link)
"I am perfectly just towards beets!" Seamus protested giving Dean a look of mock outrage. "They've earned my dislike fair and square. And not even Lavender's cake can convince me otherwise." He turned his attention to her as he said it. "A challenge, then. I bet you can't get me to like beets. If I win, you have to bake me something every month, free of charge, for a year. Twice for my birthday," he tacked on quickly as an afterthought. It only seemed fair.

As Lavender spoke of Harry, Seamus had to bite his tongue. He'd liked Harry well enough, but he'd be lying if he said he was that fond of him. He couldn't keep silent about their last year, though. "I did a lot of stuff that last year, but it wasn't in his honor." He wouldn't call the day-to-day survival they had to go through merely 'rebelling', either, but that wasn't something he wanted to go into.

Instead he lifted his glass at Justin's assessment of Unbridge with a hearty, "Damn right, she did. That bitch was evil." He swallowed the last of his whiskey, but paused before he could refill his glass, eyes on Justin. "Trust me, Just, no you don't. I was there and I didn't want to see any of it."

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[info]artisgratia
2011-11-09 06:47 pm UTC (link)
"Unjust," Dean stubbornly disagreed, the smile on his face widening. It had faltered there for a moment when they started talking about that year. Maybe Seamus and Lavender had been flouting rules that year but Dean and justin had been busy hiding and trying to neitehr get killed, captured, or their families in danger. Dean still keenly felt the pain of separation from all he knew a loved all those months, with only a surly goblin as a companion, until he met up with fellow runaways. Every one of his companions were now dead. Somehow only Dean had managed to survive enough to later be captured.

Dean polished off his whiskey, banishing those thoughts from his head. They'd all gone through more than their fair share of horror that year. No use reliving it. Instead he focused on Lavender and Seamus's challenge. "I'll just settle for being a taste-tester. It's win-win for me. I don't believe you can make anything I won't eat, Lav."

Dean refilled his glass and lifted it in a toast. "To Umbridge! May she continue to rot inside of Azkaban, forever terroised by memories of centaurs."

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[info]lavishly
2011-11-10 02:34 am UTC (link)
No, there were certainly little fond or even good memories in looking back at everything their supposed last year at school entailed or even how it ended, but it was apart of them. But at least then she had the idea of someone like Harry Potter out there, doing what he could to save the day. She had something to believe in and that was powerful.

While it might have been a bit of a laugh or at least a lighter moment to toast Umbridge getting hers, Lavender didn't think that she need to put anymore bad energy out. There was already too much of it. And truly there were far worse people out there. Shaking her head, she raised her water glass. "To Harry," she said, her voice a little low, unsure if this was appropriate or not. "For the symbol that won't falter and more importantly the man who should have been given a lot more, but made the best of what he had."

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[info]basilisk_srvivr
2011-11-12 01:02 am UTC (link)
"To Harry," Justin echoed, raising his own glass of whiskey.

"A fit bloke, and the best Defence teacher I ever had."

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[info]firewaterburn
2011-11-14 05:40 pm UTC (link)
Seamus could admit he had many conflicted feelings about Harry, but he'd been a decent friend and he'd definitely kept things lively to say the least. So Seamus lifted his refilled glass as well. "To Harry. To live in the hearts we leave behind is not to die." And with that blessing, Seamus knew Harry Potter was nigh probably to live forever.

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