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Seamus Finnigan (irishflirt) wrote in wished,

"Your mum could feed me poison and I would drink it gladly," Seamus said, giving Dean a lecherous smirk. Mrs. Thomas was an attractive woman, but he mostly made comments like that to get under Dean's skin. It was fun watching the other wizard threaten him with bodily harm that he really wouldn't carry out. At least, he wouldn't kill him and that's all that really mattered.

The twins were treated to a showing of a scar that Seamus had gained on his leg from a drunken walk home last week - though he made up a grand story about mad unicorns and giants to explain the scar - in exchange for their show and tell. He gave them a great deal of attention when they tried to explain the game to him, though he looked a lost as a Pureblood wizard despite his wide grin and excessive nodding. But it didn't seem to bother them because they ran off just as happily as if he had known what they were talking about when Dean sent them away.

"Blimey," he said, scratching the side of his head. "Don't know how you can keep track of this lot. I would have lost one by now." Which was exactly why Seamus didn't babysit anyone. Squaring his shoulders, he rolled up his sleeves and looked determined to not throw up at the possibility of eating a nail. "Give it here, ye great big lug. My stomach can handle anything." Taking the container from Dean, he lifted one of the pastries pieces and shoved the whole thing in his mouth.

Chewing thoughtfully for a moment, he swallowed then grinned again. "Quite good. Don't know what you were nattering on about."