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Tweak says, "I want it that way"

Seamus Finnigan (firewaterburn) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2012-01-13 00:44:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 11 2003, character: lavender brown, character: seamus finnigan

Still Friends?
Characters: Seamus and Lavender
Setting: Tuesday, November 11, after 9AM at Rising Loaf
Summary: Seamus comes to make nice with Lavender. We'll see how it goes.
Rating: At least PG/PG-13 for Seamus being Seamus.

Seamus tried not to take the driving rain as a bad sign as he trudged down Diagon Alley towards Rising Loaf. He could have been home, warm and dry, and spending another cozy hour with Dean before they both had to start getting ready for work, but instead he was out in this bloody weather.

He did have a purpose. He intended to find Lavender and apologise to her for what he'd said the other day. Not the bit about her being wrong about Bianca - that he still believed, especially after the morning paper - but all the rest he'd said to her. Seamus could see how he might have been a bit out of hand afterwards. Especially with Dean giving him that look.

So here he was, going out of his way before work to make amends. And maybe grab a bite and some tea while he was at it, he thought as he entered Rising Loaf and was immediately enveloped by warmth and the smell of fresh-baked goods. Seamus made for the counter immediately, shaking water from his hair as he went. He got in line behind a wizard who'd either been sent on a breakfast run for his office or was just extremely hungry if the amount of food he was ordering was anything to go by.

While he waited, Seamus looked about, trying to see if he could spot Lavender.

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firewaterburn
2012-01-16 02:19 am UTC (link)

Seamus couldn't argue that point with any real conviction. Lavender had been acting a bit paranoid lately - what with accusing friends of murder and all. The erratic, if-you're-not-with-me-you're-against-me lean to her behavior was also worrying. But Seamus knew better than to bring that up, not right now at least.

Seamus hesitated a second before resting a hand on Lavender's. "Lucky or not, you got another chance. For whatever reason, you've got more time to help figure this thing out, and just waiting around to die isn't going to do you or anyone else any good."

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lavishly
2012-01-16 03:14 am UTC (link)

"I'm not just waiting around to die!" She said pulling her hand away from his. It was a bit too loud, but she was just feeling unhinged right now. "Like up until recently, I've been one of the few people trying to figure out what's happening because I'm marked for some sin, for something horrible inside of me that no one wants to recognize."

No one believed her. They didn't see her and yes, most of the time she didn't want them to see her for what she was, but it was undeniable now. Or at least she thought that was the case. "So, maybe instead of everyone telling me rather emptily that I'm not going to die that you actually do something about it and not just write me off as some foolish little girl."

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firewaterburn
2012-01-16 03:42 am UTC (link)

The outburst was unexpected, but Seamus far preferred it over the crying. Tears left him floundering, but he knew how to handle anger. "What are you bloody talking about?" His voice rose to meet hers. "What sin? You're talking like you deserve this or something! You think Penelope deserved this? You think Harry did? Do you think they were all meant to die because of some 'sin'?" He'd been raised Catholic - well, as much as his magic and his mother's wrangling could manage - but Seamus hadn't put much stock in original sin for all the unfairness of it. And whatever imagined crime Lavender might think she was guilty of, Seamus didn't buy it for a second.

Reaching across the table, Seamus caught her face between his hands, made her look at him. "Lavender, we keep telling you because we want it to be true, all right? You might find it empty, but I - we have hope, dammit. No one is writing you off. No one. But you can't expect anyone to help when you won't explain anything." He took a deep breath and forced himself to soften his tone. "I've asked you twice now, so please, please, Lavender, try to make me understand."

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