Who: Seamus & Marcus
Where: Abertawe Chapel
When: June 6 - evening
What: One step forward, two steps back.

( You sound like me. You sound like me when I went after Jackson. )

Who: Seamus & Lavender
Where: St. Mungo's
When: June 6 - morning
What: Bad news.

( I love you, all right? )

*he was meant to've gone to sleep ages ago; they'd laid down like they intended to, and he thinks Marcus fell asleep at one point* *that was around the time Seamus got out of bed and headed into the kitchen*

*now he sat at the kitchen table, shot glass, whiskey jug and the latest issue of The Quibbler in front of him on the table* *eyes flick up when Marcus enters the kitchen, but he doesn't say anything*

*knocks lightly on the door, waiting a moment; when there's no real answer, he pushes it open anyway-- and is immediately met with low, loud growl* *it takes him a moment to realise it's a dog, and moreover, that's it's Doog* *in the hospital?*

*friendly and soothing a voice as he can manage* Céad míle fáilte romhat, Doog!

*which seems to be all the dog needed for a reminder of who Seamus was; moreover, the dog looks as tickled as dogs can look at being spoken to in his native tongue* *gives pets as they ought to be given when Doog offers himself up for them*

*eyes lift from the dog to Lavender* *swallows hard - he wasn't prepared for how bad she would look*

*nudging the door closed, he followed Doog around the bed to the chair* *softly, leaning over the bed to kiss her forehead* Oi, you.

Who: Seamus & Dean
Where: Dean's flat
When: May 25 - afternoon
What: A spectacular argument.

( You're the empath. You tell me. )

Who: Seamus & Charlie
When: May 21 - afternoon
Where: Charlie's flat
What: The support of each other.

( An bhfuil Gaeilge agat, Doog? )

Who: Seamus & Lavender
Where: Abertawe Chapel
When: May 18 - morning
What: A lot of talking around everything.

( Stereotypes are shite. )

*knocks on Charlie's door lightly, shifting to lean against the railing of the stairs while he waits for Charlie to answer, grimacing only slightly at the pull on his stomach muscles at the movement*

*exits the lift and heads down the hallway to his old flat* *hesistates outside the door, remembering what Marcus said about changing wards and knocking and... it just feels bloody weird to knock on the door of the place that used to be his home*

*frowns slightly and does knock, loudly*

To: Dean Thomas
From: Seamus Finnigan

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*since having "quit" his job, Seamus was spending the majority of his free time now devoted to the Order - his squad in particular* *currently he sat in front room with the telly on mute and an array of papers in front of him - notes on strengths and weaknesses of his cadets*

Hm? *he blinked at the sound of Dimpy squeaking something about company* *and then hurriedly folded up the papers and such when he saw Lavender following him in* Oi, Lav!

*stacks the papers up and puts them aside, getting up carefully and holding out his arms for a hug*

Who: Seamus & Dolores Umbridge
When: May 15 - morning
Where: The Ministry
What: Interrogation gone bad. Very, very, very bad.

( It suggests that you and your friends are capable of framing an innocent man for acts you have committed! )

*barely makes it inside the Auror division offices before Moody is pulling him aside and handing him the summons; according to him, they've been arriving everyday since the attack for whenever he'd be back from medical leave* *surprised and yet utterly not, he accepted and read each summons memo before steeling himself* *turns right back around and heads off for Umbridge's office*

*with a sense of disinterest, boredom and calm he didn't have the first time he was here, he waits patiently in the waiting room just outside Umbridge's office, passively watching the secretary as she works*

Who: Seamus & Marcus
When: May 10 - evening
Where: Abertawe Chapel
What: Sexxx0rs.

( Missed this. )

*sitting on his side of the bed at the edge, wearing only a pair of shorts* *his head is down, fingers up on his stomach, tips gingerly following the line of the scar down the middle of his belly* *for the most part, the tenderness is gone; his muscles are still a little uncomfortably tight, but the healer assured him that would lessen in the following days-- already, he feels better than yesterday when the stitches were removed*

*talking toward the bathroom, where a light is on and water is running* I talked to my uncle - the doctor one? - yesterday. He was telling me the injury I had would've killed me or at the very least landed me in intensive care for months if I'd tried to heal it the Muggle way.

*to himself now, fingers still tracing the skin just around the scar* Instead, all I've got is this.

*pulls the jumper on over his head, tugging on the hem that's a little too short absently, pushing the sleeves up to the elbow* *takes his bag back from Marcus and shoulders it, grabbing Marcus's hand with the opposite arm*

*he gestures out with the free hand ahead of them at the sprawl of the docks in front of them* Used to bum around with Dean and my muggle mates all the time over here, sit on the tables or at the edge of one of the docks and eat fish and chips. *smiles slightly at the memory* Used to come home smelling awful and looking all greasy and damp.

Who: Seamus & Marcus
When: April 28 - very early morning
Where: Abertawe Chapel
What: Pain, screaming, and the slamming of doors.

( You didn't see Jonathan nailed to a fucking wall with his own cutlery. )

*curled up on his side rather gingerly, even in sleep* *spooned up against his back is Marcus, arm resting on Shay's hip rather than over his stomach per usual* *at the moment, his stomach is wrapped in bandages, still tender after what happened*

*he's knee deep in REM and currently stuck in a familiar nightmare* *twitches and mumbles a little, nothing coherent, movements jerky*

*stirs from his sleep when he hears the bedroom door open* *it takes him a moment to suppress the grogginess well enough to open his eyes, but when he does, he breaks into a smile* Parv.

*hand moves to settle into the hands in her lap after she sits down on the bed next to him* *pulls one of her hands up to kiss a knuckle* *knows better than to ask how she is* Is there anything I can do?

*purses his lips and sighs, nodding* I'm trying. Staying in bed and all that. Hurts too much to do anything else anyway. Says I'm mostly all right, but the scar or whatever you want to call it... hurts when you pull at it. Let me home a day early, though, so there's that.

*shifts a little restlessly as she talks, and then finally just tugs on her arm lightly but stubbornly* *she toes off her heels and lies down next to him, head on his shoulder* *arm curls comfortably around her*

I'm sorry I couldn't be there, Parv. *eyes close, softly* I'm sorry we got you into this--

*falls quiet as she scolds him* *apologetically* I know. But still.

*they stumble semi-comfortably into a silence, just holding each other for what seems forever and it likely only five minutes* *she mumbles something into his shirt and he smiles faintly* 'S okay. I need to get back to sleep, anyway. Staying awake's a battle with the blood replenishing potions they've still got me on.

*a pause, and she repeats herself*

*stiffens*

*forces himself up to sit, the pain be damned* No. *when she tries to explain* No, Parv. Fuck France. You're not-- *flinches, averting his eyes* ... no, I don't know what it's like.

*she kisses his cheek and slides off the bed* *eyes flick up* You'll write? Everyday?

*she agrees, and he knows she's lying, but he nods and smiles slightly* Okay.

*watches her leave the bedroom, his life, and exhales heavily after the door closes* *he's never felt so drained*

*weakly, hoping he's heard* Dimpy? Can you-- *voice cracks a bit* --get Marcus?

Who: Seamus & Lavender
When: April 15 - evening
Where: St. Mungo's
What: Lavender taking advantage of visiting hours.

( I don't want to talk about this. Tell me something else. )