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Dean Thomas (deanthomas) wrote in wished,

Dean's grin had widened at the decidedly girly scream, and likely would have made fun, if his sister hadn't interrupted. He filed it away for later mocking, though. Seamus screamed like a bloody TEN YEAR OLD BIRD over a bit of cold water. That was worth remembering. And threatening to tell everyone else.

"That's disgusting!" he made a face as Seamus wiped his nose on his shirt. He probably didn't REALLY do it. But it was still gross, and Dean pulled it off, throwing it at the back of Seamus' head as his friend went off to charm his sister. "Git," he answered, frowning a little. He trusted Seamus, so it wasn't like he REALLY thought his friend would take advantage of his sister's massive and obvious crush.

But still. It wasn't as if he should be encouraging it.

Amber, obviously, disagreed, and she giggled as Seamus lifted her up, hugging him back, though she gave him an affectionate slap to the back of the head when he let go. "You're soaked! And now so am I!" Which she didn't actually mind that much, in service of being hugged, and that showed. "He has. Just kicked a football around all day, watched the brats, and doodled," she informed him, not at all guilty about ratting her brother out. "Are you staying over? Mum likes you, I bet if you ask she'll let us order in pizza instead of eating whatever she tries to cook for you. We could rent a movie. . ."

Dean rolled his eyes heavenward. She might as well be asking him out. "Mum already said she'd cook, Amber. And he didn't bring anything to stay over."

"So? He can borrow from you. Or you two can, you know. Use wands." Amber made a vague gesture that was meant to indicate magic, apparently.

Dean snorted. "Go get some towels, would you?" Amber made a face at him, but obeyed, scurrying off toward the bathroom upstairs hall to grab some of the non-guest towels.