Seamus was really, really bad at Apparating. If they gave out awards for how bad one could be at it, Seamus would have amassed quite a few of them by now. It wasn't like he was purposely trying to screw up, but it happened. He wasn't a complete klutz with magic, but the occasional screw up happened. But Apparating seemed to have it out for him, like it was determined to splinch him each time he tried it.
When he arrived, it was with a bang! that came with being an inexperienced wizards. He almost stumbled into a tree while trying to get his balance back, but he caught himself before he could completely humilate himself. Once he was certain he had all his arms, legs, fingers, and toes, he grinned wildly to himself and then looked around to see if there were any Muggles mucking about. He hadn't known where else to Apparate too, except for directly in front of the Thomas house, but he had lucked out since it seemed like Dean was the only one there.
"Oy Thomas!" He said, smoothing the wrinkles out of his shirt as he walked up the steps to the small porch. It looked a little too small for someone as tall as Dean, but Seamus looked like he belonged there as he did a little turn for Dean and asked, "All here then?" He was wearing Muggle clothing, as he had been living among the Muggles for the past two months, but unlike most wizards, managed to actually match.