Who: Seamus Finnigan and Astoria Greengrass Where: Outside Astoria's home, then possibly elsewhere What: Seamus really wants to see Dean When: Wednesday night Rating: Low-ish? We'll see.
Seamus couldn't take it any longer. He'd sat around the house all day, going out of his mind with the stillness, until his fingers and legs were tapping rapid patterns against whatever surface they could find. Most of his injuries from the wreck were healed. Potions sped the slower-to-mend things like broken bones. He would have scars forever, most notably where he'd all but torn his left shoulder off. It was no small miracle that he still had his arm. The muggle doctor had mentioned physical therapy, but he wasn't interested. There would be too many questions to answer, not least of which was how he'd managed to heal so quickly. None of that mattered, though. It was months since he'd seen Dean. Sure, his boyfriend said the Greengrasses weren't awful and that Astoria was being kind. He might've been sparing Seamus, however, and Seamus needed to know the truth.
He at least waited for the cover of darkness. It was easier, being in England already. Seamus had been moving around a bit, spending a few days home in Ireland broken up by jumps to various places across the UK. He meant what he'd said to Katie - he was tired. Hadn't even been back in the fight that long, and already wanted out again. What he really wanted was to build a life in a place that he loved, not somewhere halfway across the world. He wanted to brew beers and ales and be with Dean and maybe, maybe, have a family one day. Watching the journals had shown him that not everything the Ministry was doing was bad, or that it didn't seem such. Ginny was marrying the Minister, for Merlin's sake. He couldn't imagine that girl doing anything she didn't really want.
Whatever anyone said, he wasn't stupid. Seamus was careful to approach the Greengrass home with some stealth. He was sure there were wards on it. Few wizarding families had a house without them. But how best to get inside, or get Astoria's attention? He'd been having trouble with his magic before the accident. Since, things hadn't really improved. Seamus wasn't certain he could produce a Patronus. He wasn't going to stand there and yell anyone's name like he'd done with Susan that one drunken night. For a few minutes, he just paced, wand clutched tightly enough in his hand that his knuckles were white and sparks began to drop from the tip. He had his journal as well, and considered just writing a message to either Dean that he was outside. Time wore on; if he didn't do something soon, he never would, and he'd likely end up caught.
The whole plan was dangerous.
What if no one was even home yet, except Dean? Could a patronus make it through the wards? He'd have to try. A few attempts yielded his fox, which he sent in with a message for Astoria that ended a little more...desperate than he'd hoped. Come out, or I'll find a way in if I have to blow up half the countryside.