Seamus Finnigan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} firewaterburn) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandorarpg, |
Today had been pretty much business as usual for Seamus, for which he was grateful for. One night of horrifying nightmares had been more than enough, and though he felt bad that some people - some of his friends even! - were still having bad dreams, he was just glad he could get on with his life and look forward to the Gala.
He'd been smart enough to ask for the night off early in the month, so instead of heading into his shift at the Leaky, Seamus headed home after getting off work to meet up with Dean and get ready for the night. Dressed in a simple toga and sandals, it hadn't taken long - well, distractions aside - and soon enough they were in the thick of the Gala. Seamus felt a little naked without his wand, but it was easy enough to forget about for a little while surrounded by music and people and the glitz of the decorations. And Dean, of course.
Seamus's fingers paused their absent drumming at the small of Dean's back at the question, and Seamus grinned up at him. "You're reading my mind again. Nothing too strong just yet."