Who: Seamus Finnigan and a healer or two, whoever's about in the hospital wing What: Seamus wants his his problems fixed now Where: The hospital wing When: Saturday morning Rating: TBD?
Seamus hadn't been to see Dean on his birthday. It felt like the ultimate betrayal. Well, aside from hitting him square in the chest with a killing curse of course. But he couldn't face Dean after that. He couldn't believe he hadn't been able to fight against it. He'd not given Aletco the satisfaction whilst she'd been torturing him. He'd never given in to her accusations against his best friend. But she'd almost killed Dean using him as a weapon.
That was fucked up.
Seamus wanted the remaining scars gone. Every time he took off his shirt he could see them, pink and raised on his stomach. He felt the one on his neck itching and it took everything he had not to just go grab a knife from the kitchen to get rid of it himself. He pushed open the door to the hospital wing and looked around. "Oi, any healers here who can actually heal people?" He demanded with an irritated growl. He wasn't in the best of moods, and the hesitant responses in his journal hadn't helped. He wanted the marks gone, and every trace of Alecto removed with them.