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Dean Thomas ([info]deanthomas) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2009-08-10 04:23:00

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Entry tags:!1997: 08, !complete, dean thomas, seamus finnigan

Who: Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan
When: Saturday
Where: Dean's house
What: Friends get together.
Rating: TBA, probably PG at least for Seamus perving on siblings?
Open/Closed: Closed


Dean had managed to mostly catch up on the goings-on. Between the journals people had written and the papers that Vicky had sent on him, he'd gotten as much of an idea as anyone else. It was worrying, but it was easy to feel a little outside of it all during the summer, really. He didn't do any magic, hardly - despite being allowed now - and his family were all muggles. He practiced flying and Quidditch a bit when he could, but for the most part he helped out around home, played football, sketched, and did the sorts of things he'd have done if he'd never gotten a Hogwarts letter.

Really, he missed being around magic though. Things were just a little more fun when they could blow up, or levitate, or change into something else without warning. Or with very little warning, at least. He was glad Seamus was coming over - aside from being his best friend, he wouldn't have to explain anything magical to him that he said, or watch what he said the way he did around his younger siblings, who were too little to know not to babble about how their oldest brother was a wizard. People just chalked it up to imagination - but Dean's mum just wanted to try to wait until they were old enough to understand better to have it really obvious. She was proud of Dean, and what he could do, but she didn't really understand the world he spent so much time in. He'd taken her to Diagon one year, and she'd enjoyed it - but she didn't really want to involve herself in something so strange. (And Dean was glad, really, since it made it easier to keep her from worrying as much.)

He fixed breakfast for his youngest brothers and sisters (if you could call cereal fixing anything), and then went out on the small porch of his family's large, but somewhat weather-worn older house, listening to the kids inside watching TV and playing with some loud new toy of Owen's, holding a sketch pad without actually really using it and just sitting on the worn deck chair, waiting for Seamus.



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[info]irishflirt
2009-08-18 01:09 am UTC (link)
"Oy!" Seamus protested as he jerked away from the towel, before sticking his tongue out at Dean. "I have the body of a God." Lifting his shirt up to show his evidence, he looked at his barely there abs and said, "I'm working on it." By eating constantly. Dropping his shirt, he pulled his wand out of his waistband and pointed it at Dean.

A little wand waving and the mess would be gone, was Seamus' thinking. He didn't think that they would have to worry too much about the cleanup after. "What did you expect when you invited me over, eh? Us playing tea party?" Though, he had i the past, sat down to play such games with the younger Thomases complete with dirt tea and leafy 'scones.' The amount of imagination these kids possessed had always amazed him.

"Aguamenti!" A jet of water was aimed at Dean.

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[info]deanthomas
2009-08-18 10:25 am UTC (link)
Dean snorted, poking one finger into Seamus' stomach when the other boy lifted his shirt. "What god? Let me go look through my mum's mythology book. We'll find one that's pasty and straw headed. Is there a scarecrow god?"

He shot another look back at the rest of the kids and then laughed at Seamus. "Shut up! Say that any louder and we'll end up in dresses sitting around a blanket sipping imaginary tea with Abbie!" Which might have happened already a few times over the summer. In Dean's defense, he pretty much just draped his mom's dress over his clothes. It didn't actually fit anyway. And Abbie apparently had very strict ideas about dress codes at her tea parties, as well as mandatory attendance. At least he'd gotten her to upgrade to actual crackers to stand in for the leaf scones, now.

"Hey!" Dean tried to dodge, but Seamus had the jump on him, and he ended up with a blast of water to his face. Dean mopped up his face with one hand and then threw the towel at Seamus' head. He didn't tend to keep his wand on him in the house during the summer - too many little hands making grabs at his pockets. So Dean had to settle for the old fashioned revenge - mainly darting to the kitchen sink and pulling out the sprayer on the faucet, jamming a thumb over it as he twisted it on and shooting water in Seamus' direction. Cold water, to be exact.

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[info]irishflirt
2009-08-18 05:17 pm UTC (link)
Sure, Seamus resembled a scarecrow, but it wasn't like he was going to ADMIT to it now. His ego was fairly large and it would be a struggle to deflate it or allow Dean to kill it with his vicious, vicious lies about his complexion and (lack of) muscles. He would rather have something blown up in his face than let that happen.

Seamus, unlike most male teenagers, really did like playing with kids. Being an only child with only grandparents as playmates when he was younger had definitely left him wanting and when Dean and his billions of siblings had fallen into his lap? He had jumped at the chance to immerse himself in make believe games and tea parties. Dresses and all.

"OY!" Seamus bellowed as he was sprayed with freezing water. He would have thrown up a shield, but that would have sent the water splashing everywhere and he didn't want to break anything. So he hunched his shoulder over to protect himself a little, before walking swiftly in the direction of the stream of water and Dean. His wand had been tossed to the safety of the table, so both of his hands were free to try and pull the hose away from Dean.

Who was both bigger and stronger than him. It didn't help that Seamus was completely soaked.

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[info]deanthomas
2009-08-19 11:04 am UTC (link)
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."

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[info]irishflirt
2009-08-19 12:06 pm UTC (link)
Dean was an evil, evil friend who knew how to torture him and occasionally did so. But it was okay and Seamus still loved Dean despite it, even if Dean was a giant and occasionally flaunted his broad shoulders and arms.

Issuing a shout that would have made more sense coming from a teenage girl and one that Seamus would deny having made, Seamus spluttered and blinked his eyes furiously in an effort to try and get the water out of his eyes. Rubbing his eyes, which were just as wet, he tried to use his soaked shirt to try and mop up his face. When that didn't work, he used Dean's shirt, which was considerably more dry than his, to wipe his face

It was muttered and barely audible, but Seamus definitely said, "You wanker," as he blew his nose into Dean's shirt.

He pulled away with a shit-eating grin, which melted into a less smug smile when Amber interrupted the fight that Seamus was about to escalate. "Hey Amber," he said, sauntering over to her. Amber always did feed his ego rather nicely. She was growing up to look just as beautiful as her mum, he noticed. "Aw, your mum loves me. I'll just blame it on Dean." And even though Amber looked really pretty dolled up, Seamus engulfed her in a very wet hug and lifted her off the floor while he was at it.

See? He wasn't too scrawny.

Letting Amber go after a moment, he shot Dean an amused look over his shoulder. "Has he now?"

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[info]deanthomas
2009-08-19 01:03 pm UTC (link)
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.

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[info]irishflirt
2009-08-20 12:55 am UTC (link)
Any and all mention of girlie screams were going to be ignored. Then he would kick Dean and claim to have been trying to 'nudge' a bug off his leg. Which would probably result in a scuffle, but oh well. His manliness had to be defended and he would risk a few bruises for his own honour.

And it was his honour that kept Seamus from being a complete pervert. He didn't think that there was any harm in being friendly with Amber because that would probably make her day. It wasn't as if he was asking her to drop her knickers for him. He was just putting a smile on her face in a PG way. And if it happened to bother Dean a little? Good. It always put a smile on Seamus' face to bother his best friend a bit.

"What, you don't want me to stay over now?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows a little and putting his hands on his hips reminiscent of his mother. "According to sweet Amber, you were completely useless without me. I thought you would be jumping for joy at the suggestion."

The thought of sleeping over sounded like a fun suggestion, but only if Dean was up for it. Seamus knew that he occasionally could get to be too much,

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[info]deanthomas
2009-08-20 11:53 am UTC (link)
"I just don't want you staying over for movie night with Amber. She'll try to turn it into a bloody date at this rate," Dean answered with a laugh, seeing the hands-on-hips pose and lifting and eyebrow, amused. "If you want to stay over that's fine though. We could go out to see a movie or something, so my sister doesn't try to seduce you." He rolled his eyes, making a comically over-the-top face of disgust.

It did bother Dean, probably a bit more than it should considering that Dean really had no actual worry that Seamus would snog his sister. Some of it was over protective big-brother syndrome. Seamus WOULDN'T snog Amber, so she might end up all weepy over him. Which would put Dean in a spot, since he couldn't punch Seamus for it when it wasn't his fault, really. The rest was just a vague sort of odd possessiveness Dean had about Seamus. He was the child of a big family, the only things that were really his were magic, and Seamus, who was his mate first. He shared everything else, as needed, and he didn't mind it.

Mostly, it was just a bit weird to have your sister mooning over your mate, though. He felt a bit bad for Ron Weasley, really. Much as he tried not to think about Ginny having mooned over Harry.

Amber bounced back in - lip gloss newly applied, Dean noticed - and handed over a stack of towels. Dean started wiping up the water again as Amber flirted, and then chased her off, grabbing the shirt he'd pulled off to throw at Seamus and told Seamus to follow him, if he wanted to. He dumped the wet towels in the hamper on his way, and shut the door, calling to Amber to watch the kids as Dean went to dig through a drawer for a clean, and unsoaked or snotted-on shirt.

Dean did, at least, have his own room. It was small, and tended to double as a storage room, since there were boxes and such shoved in the closet and the corner of the room, but he didn't have to share with actual brothers, since Ross and Owen roomed together. It wasn't exactly tidy, but it wasn't a mess either, a few sketches and football posters tacked on the walls and his bigger sketchpad tossed onto the unmade bed earlier when he'd gone outside. "You want a shirt, or just dry out with a charm?" he asked, holding out a worn tee shirt in offering. Amber was probably still hovering in hopes they came back out.

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