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Seamus Finnigan [ Hogwarts Adult ]
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there's nothing half so pleasant [dean]
« on: January 12, 2019, 05:05:50 AM »
He’d booked a Muggle plane back to Ireland so last minute that it’d had to be at the worst time possible; eleven bloody hours in the air and 5am arrival time. Now he wished that he had just gone to MACUSA and gotten them to set up a portkey-- it’d have been boring and taken forever, too, but he wouldn’t have been stuck in a chair for hours with his seat belt digging into his stomach, no clue how to loosen it, too awkward to ask the nice couple next to him who were asleep anyway, too worried that he’d die in a crash to unbuckle it.

His first step getting back to Ireland had been to hug his mother, which was just common sense. He’d not seen her in months. His second had been to have a sandwich. His third had been to flop in bed with his shoes still on and sleep for six hours. His fourth had been another sandwich, after which he’d fessed up to himself that now he was just putting off the inevitable.

Sooner or later he’d have to tell people he was back, and the first person he had to tell was @Dean Thomas.

He had done pretty much everything he’d done in the last seventy-two hours on impulse alone, so to keep the streak he hadn’t bothered to call ahead to let Dean know he was dropping by. Which, he realised as he stood on Dean’s doorstep moments before knocking, had been monumentally stupid. He didn’t even know if he was home. It was a weekend, early afternoon, but Seamus couldn't for the life of him remember when tattoo artists worked. When he'd lived with Dean he hadn't paid close enough attention to tell.

This was the sort of uncomfortable reminder that had driven him mad when he’d just moved out of Dean’s place, remembering that he didn’t know his best friend’s daily schedule anymore, the same way he didn’t know all of Dean’s friends anymore. And he hated it. Life had been so much bloody easier when they lived in a castle together and got told what to do all day long.

He knocked anyway, loudly and sharply, since there was only one way to find out if Dean was home. Unless he Apparated himself in-- but he had his dignity still, did Seamus Finnigan.

Wouldn’t it be hilarious if he’d gotten himself all the way here, stressed out so completely on the doorstep, and Dean wasn’t home? He was nervous enough to think so.
« Last Edit: January 13, 2019, 06:48:49 AM by Lianne »

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Dean Thomas [ Shop Worker ]
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Re: there's nothing half so pleasant [dean]
« Reply #1 on: January 13, 2019, 05:12:57 AM »
Dean had woken up late on his day off. He’d gotten into the habit of waking later than many on most days, to be fair—tattoos tended not to be a bright-and-early industry. But it was past his usual start by the time he got out of bed on that Saturday. He preferred trying to sleep off hangovers instead of potions or wizardy tricks. Maybe he just liked having an excuse to sleep in.

It was usually Fridays that Dean didn’t work, but he’d shifted around his schedule for a client that was leaving town tomorrow—no, today. And then he’s had two days of actual weekend in front of him. Drinking felt like the right thing to do. He’d stopped keeping liquor in the house after @Dennis Creevey had gotten into it, so he went out, and then took the Knight Bus home because he only had sickles and galleons on hand, and threw up like he always did because he was an idiot and thought he wouldn’t. At least he had been smart enough not to have plans this morning.

After getting up, Dean made himself coffee and lay right back down again, on the couch this time. He turned the television on. For a little while he lay there, and then there was a knock at his door and his chest froze up.

Dean’s first thought was Dennis. Of course it was, with his history of showing up unnannounced after months of radio silence, even though the last few times it had been his landlord or a delivery man with the wrong address instead. Tentatively he approached the peephole, expecting that thin teenage face—but it wasn’t. And it wasn’t his landlord either. Dean’s sigh of relief came out as a cheerful laugh.

He pulled out his wand to unlock the door and swung it open. “What?” Dean just grinned at Seamus for a second, and then remembered to act like a normal person and clapped him on the back. “Is it my birthday or something? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He beckoned Seamus in, closing the door and wandering off into the kitchen to clean an extra cup just in case. “Christ, I’ve still got a phone, you know. Nobody uses it but my parents and you...”

Dean’s train of thought jumped the rails abruptly, and he looked at Seamus again. There was apprehension on his face. Or Dean thought there might be—his mind could have been playing tricks on him now that he’d let it touch on a worry. It was a reasonable one in the first place. Seamus was sometimes impulsive, true, but Dean didn’t think of him as likely to just turn up—unless things were out if the ordinary. “It’s nothing bad, is it?” he asked. “You’re alright?” No one’s died? he wanted to ask, but if no one had he didn’t want to be too easy to make fun of.
« Last Edit: January 13, 2019, 05:21:12 AM by Emily »

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Seamus Finnigan [ Hogwarts Adult ]
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Re: there's nothing half so pleasant [dean]
« Reply #2 on: January 13, 2019, 07:45:45 AM »
He could swear he heard Dean laugh just before he swung the door open, and at the sight of his friend Seamus felt a bit of his gut lurch in relief. He and Dean stood grinning like idiots for a moment before Dean ushered him in, chattering with the scatterbrained enthusiasm of the pleasantly shocked. Seamus followed him into the kitchen, glancing around: as long as it’d been it was so familiar still.

Some things didn’t change, thankfully. No matter how long it’d been, at least he and Dean weren’t the sort to be weird about that.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, and as Dean continued on about how he still had a phone, Seamus interjected “I only thought of that out on the step, that I should’ve called ahead..."

He was about to go on, to say that he hadn't been thinking, which he and Dean both knew was characteristic of him. But Dean had cut himself off and stopped to study Seamus, which set him immediately back on edge. Either he or Dean had somehow fucked up and reminded them both of everything that’d gone weird between them since they’d stopped living together. “It’s nothing bad, is it?” said Dean, “You’re alright?”

It was just concern then, not discomfort, thank God. “No, no! Just America-- you know, it was--”

This was the same reasoning he’d given when he'd moved to America in the first place and they could both recognise it as such, so he rushed through the rest of his explanation: “I couldn’t stand it there anymore. And I missed-- you know, everything.”

He hoped fervently that Dean would recognise his own inclusion in that. They weren’t the sort for sappy reunion confessions, but if they had been, he’d have just been in one, and Seamus wanted Dean to know that. And to not make a big deal of it.

“So I’m back! For good, this time,” he said. “New leaf, and that.”

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Dean Thomas [ Shop Worker ]
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Re: there's nothing half so pleasant [dean]
« Reply #3 on: January 14, 2019, 09:58:57 AM »
Dean sighed again, breath wavering out in a light chuckle. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s just—you never know, yeah.” He let the implication of wartime trauma fill in the gaps as he gave Seamus an apologetic, twisted little half-smile and fidgeted with his wand. That would do. Dean didn’t want to get into anything else. Didn’t want to say it was odd that Seamus would come here for no reason, even if it was. They never really acknowledged that their friendship wasn’t what it used to be.

“So, what?” he asked again. “Just too hot for you in California?” August had been brutal enough in London so far. From the look on Seamus’s face it was clear he had some real reason, but Dean wanted to give him an easy out, a ha ha yeah the weather’s miserable, if he wanted to take it. But he didn’t. He didn’t really explain either—but Dean got it anyway. He leaned his still-dully-aching head against the cabinet behind him and smiled. “No, yeah,” he said. “I get it, mate.” He’d tried to like being away from home. Always fancied being a cool expatriate in Paris, or at least a traveler. But even before his year in hiding had reinforced his need for stable lines of quick family-and-friends communication, he got homesick too easy. It was a nice feeling, to hear it from his old mate rather than his own head.

And then he jerked his head up and winced, as Seamus’s words, thrown out there in a way that might as well have come with halfhearted jazz hands, caught him by surprise.

“What, for good?” asked Dean, stupidly. “Are you serious?” He gave Seamus a bemused look that he quickly managed to turn into a bemused grin. “No, that’s great!” he said cheerfully, doing his best to banish concern from his voice. “Why wouldn’t you tell me, mate? I’d have—I dunno, done something!” Dean wanted to be supportive, he really did, but the suddenness of this was suspect. He wasn’t sure if any decisions made like this had ever turned out well for Seamus. Or anyone. But to be fair, leaving in the first place had been the same. Maybe this was just course-correcting.

“Well, here’s hoping this is the leaf, I guess,” said Dean. He raised his coffee cup a little in salute, and then remembered he’d forgotten to get Seamus one. “Sorry, you want some... Er, something?” He was alright at food transfiguration; he could probably make some half-decent tea out of the coffee he had at least. “Or we could go somewhere. It’s sort of lunchtime, right?”

He paused. “Hold on, were you planning to stay here, here? Like—“ Dean gestured around his flat. “Obviously you could, but I don’t know if I’ve—got the space, y’know—and I haven’t heard from Dennis—“
« Last Edit: January 14, 2019, 09:59:09 AM by Emily »

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Seamus Finnigan [ Hogwarts Adult ]
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Re: there's nothing half so pleasant [dean]
« Reply #4 on: January 15, 2019, 08:20:13 AM »
Dean had always been so decent at negotiating their weird conversations-- since back in Hogwarts, even-- and Seamus was as always grateful for his efforts, the half-hearted jokes in case they decided that they weren’t up for a serious talk. If Seamus weren’t on a not-being-Seamus kick just now he’d have taken the little excuses, but instead he sucked it up and he tried, awkwardly, to be a little honest.

Sure, California weather had been a big change from Ireland, but Dean deserved a better explanation than that at this point. Not that Seamus was much for good (or even halfway decent) explanations yet. 

Dean seemed to wince at Seamus’s next words-- that he was back for good-- and at first Seamus’s heart jumped a beat before he realised Dean had probably just smacked his head back into the cupboard behind. “What, for good?” Dean repeated. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” confirmed Seamus. “I mean-- I never wanted to be an American, anyway.”

Dean was putting on a good show of enthusiasm, even though he was clearly tired or hungover or stressed out: Seamus wholeheartedly appreciated it. “Sorry,” he said again. “Don’t worry-- I mean--” This next would certainly make him seem even more impulsive and unstable than he must already be coming off, but “I decided to come back less than a week ago. Just called my mam. You know-- make sure she hadn’t rented my room out or sold my things or anything.”

This was an even more half-hearted joke than Dean’s earlier crack about California weather, but Seamus had decided that he didn’t want to debate the wiseness of these impulsive cross-Atlantic jumps. Luckily Dean didn’t seem keen on that either, and offered Seamus a drink instead, then suggested that they go out and have lunch.

“That sounds good,” said Seamus. He’d had a sandwich just before he’d come here, but probably saying so would be pretty rude and besides, he could still have lunch. And he kind of wanted to spend as much time with Dean as he could wring out of this one meeting: he hadn’t seen him since he’d been back for Christmas. 

But Dean had paused, settling on some other thought: “Hold on, were you planning to stay here, here?” He gestured around, making vague references to the space, to Dennis Creevey.

“Oh no,” said Seamus. “I’m living back at home ‘til I figure something out. Though-- maybe once I’ve got a job,” he added hopefully.

But Dean had made another excellent point: Seamus had no idea anymore what was going on with Dennis Creevey. Privately he thought that nobody really did, not even Dennis himself. And that complicated things-- Seamus didn't really want to get in the way of whatever trust Dean and Dennis had built up, as much as he liked the idea of moving back with Dean. That depended on what Dean wanted, though-- and Seamus couldn't blame him if he didn't want to move back together again.

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