Seamus Hanley Finnigan (drink_up) wrote in snitchers, @ 2017-11-16 19:23:00 |
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Who: Seamus Finnigan and OPEN
When: Thursday evening
Where: The Hog's Head, Hogsmeade
What: Seamus is visiting an old haunt for the first time in years
Rating: TBD
The sun was still shining bright above when Seamus first stepped into the Hog's Head after four years away. It blinded him for a moment after the door closed, and he could've been standing in the same spot a hundred times over with the familiar smells and sounds. A goat bleated somewhere in the shadows and for the first time in ages, Seamus grinned. It was a feeling akin to coming home. The dingy pub had become a haven of sorts those last two years of school, and its owner a gruff sort of mentor. Aberforth might've come from loftier stock, but he was very much the salt of the earth. Seamus remembered being just a little afraid of him when they'd first gone there in fifth year, in the early days of Dumbledore's Army. It was a foolish notion, because if Aberforth liked you, then you were well set.
There weren't words to say how glad Seamus was that the place was still standing, or that Aberforth was still running it. He only wished Dean was with him as he took a seat at the bar, finally old enough (and free enough) to order whatever he wanted. Not that age or blood purity or popularity with the people in charge had ever stopped Aberforth pouring him some of the good stuff now and again, but it was nice to do things the proper way 'round for a change. He wouldn't even be ashamed to say that he had himself a bit of a cry into the first pint placed in front of him, Aberforth muttering all the while about sentimental idiots. Still, Seamus swore he saw a smile somewhere amidst the mostly good-natured insults.
He was feeling better than he had in days, no longer green or ready to puke at the slightest provocation. There was still an irritating itch, but it seemed less intense at least. Seamus glanced around to see if there was anyone else he knew, now that they were all free to come and go. Likely as not, most would be up at the Three Broomsticks or Madam Puddifoot's. He wouldn't mind a bit of company, he thought, though he was most comfortable right where he sat.