Who: Dean and Hannah When: Wednesday Morning Where: Seamus' apartment What: Death, destruction ... Two friends talking. Rating: PG, maybe -13 for his grumpy mouth Status: In Progress
Dean woke up to light drizzling panging against the window. It was already late morning and while he had never been much of a morning person, typically, he would have been up and about by now. Or at least up and in the loo. However, at the moment Dean was feeling particularly sluggish and that caused him to be in a particularly bad mood. It was the piling of days upon days of inactivity. Going to see Parvati had been great and had been the fun that both of them had needed. He was seriously considering moving to Ange's uncle's place, along with Seamus and Hannah, to stay with her; however, while Hannah had thought it was a good idea, neither of them had been able to hold Seamus down for five seconds to seriously consider it. Which further exacerbated his bad mood. He hadn't properly spoken to his best mate in weeks, which caused Dean to worry and suspect that Shay was doing something that he properly shouldn't be. Which a) caused him to worry which was never good and b) pissed him off because he was being left out ... if anything WAS happening. None of that mattered, whether or not anything was happening, because his usual vast patience was hanging by the thread as it was being eaten away but fucking pure and simple boredom!
There was the entire stituation with the Order. He'd talked to Parvati about it and of course, Ange wanted him to join, yet Dean wasn't sure if he wanted to join without Seamus because that would mean leaving Seamus to his own devices. Not to mention, he couldn't watch his friend's back if he was busy off doing Order stuff. The only way he'd be comfortable knowing that Hannah and Seamus were safe if he were the one watching them, with them. They were the closest thing he had to family near him because God only knew when he would get to see his parents and siblings again; if ever. Staying out of trouble, was also in his mind, the best way to keep them ALL safe. Death Eaters killing people left and right out for boredom. Why didn't they just pick at the peeling paint the way he did?
A knock sounded on the door. Dean jumped off the bed in the manner of an agitated animal and jerked it open, "What!?" He snapped.