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Dean Thomas (deanthomas) wrote in wished,

Dean didn't really think Seamus was short, or particularly scrawny. And considering how much of a beanpole Dean had been until not that long ago, he had little room to talk anyway. Though he might take a certain amused delight in the fact that after much time out in the sun, Seamus' pale Irish hide did an impression of a newly boiled lobster. There might have been a few times over the years when Seamus was burnt and Dean got into the habit of trying to stealthily flick him on the back of the neck when he was bored, or after Seamus had been a prat for a bit.

Dean liked playing with his brothers and sisters, for the most part. Of course it was loads less novel to him. Mostly he just would rather not have to do it in a skirt when it came time for tea parties. He'd been trying to get his mum to stop by the second hand store and pick up some old lady church hats or something from the sale bin - Abbie could glue feathers all over them and make them into fancy play hats. Dean would rather a hat than a dress. His mum had ignored him though. Probably because she thought the dresses were funny too.

He was laughing as Seamus came at him, giving the other boy a last blast sent directly at his face, and then shutting off the water, leaning against the handle to try to keep Seamus from switching it back on, but letting him have the short sprayer hose. "Should be more careful, Finnigan - looks like you spilled something."

"Mum's going to have both your heads off - you got it on the walls," a new voice observed. Dean looked over to see his oldest sister Amber watching them. She must have come home and run straight to her room, because he KNEW she'd changed fro what she had on before, and had put her hair up. Tarting up for Seamus. He rolled his eyes. Amber - who was fourteen and tall for her age and starting to look a good deal like a slimmer, younger version of her mother - ignored him and smiled widely at Seamus, the smile at least looking a lot like Dean's. "Hi Seamus. It's about time you came to visit. Dean's been pining."

"I have not. And did you borrow that necklace from mum? Did you ask?" Dean countered, still keeping hold on the faucet handle. Just in case.

Amber shot him a glare and stuck out her tongue. "Yes. She said I could. And have so."