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[Seamus Finnigan] Thank Merlin It's Finnigan, Fridays from 4:30pm on the Wireless Wizarding Network.

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Ginny had really missed Seamus. Although they hadn’t been that close until her sixth year at Hogwarts, in that time the two had bonded quite well. Even the break up with Ginny and Seamus’s best friend hadn’t been that much of a trouble. “Well, Romilda definitely didn’t know that then…” the girl snapped, lifting her brows quickly.

Seamus’s next words made Ginny shiver. She hadn’t thought of it that way. “I… I never thought of that.” The girl locked her eyes to her hands. “But… No. He’s not nice, I admit that but he’s not bad. He’s not.”

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Seamus liked to think out of the girls that Dean had gone out with, Ginny was by far the most likeable and though they'd not seen each other in a while it wasn't difficult at all to pick up exactly where they left off. "Tell me about it." he drawled in reply, rolling his eyes.

"Sorry t'put doubt in your mind love, I didn't mean to." He grabbed the mugs from the counter and came over to sit opposite her at the small two person table "Okay, I believe you... Although I'd bet twenty galleons he's still a slimy git."

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SEAMUS DARA FINNIGAN : MOODBOARD

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"Aw thank you Seamus, I’m surprised you have some actually. Me? Oh —I’ve been doing alright, I suppose. And yourself, how is everything?" 

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"My Mam went through a phase of really enjoying different kinds of tea, she insisted that I needed to be stocked up on the bloody lot and then she went back to Earl Grey the week after. So you're actually doing me a favour. I've been better, I'll say that, but it could be worse too I s'pose."

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"Well, I surely hope she has. Just for your sake, Seamus." Ginny shrugged, trying to avoid rolling her eyes. She was pretty sure Romilda had not changed one single bit. "Yes, she almost killed Ron. Well, it was technically her fault, but without her it wouldn’t have happened." The girl turned towards the kettle for one split second, then returning to look at Seamus. "He’s not as judging anymore, I guess. And he really regrets a lot of things he’s done. Especially helping Voldemort."

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"Same, love." He busied himself with popping the tea bags into the mugs "I know, no one should mess about with love potions it always brings more harm than good. You guess? I don't know about you Ginny but I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw the slimy git, of course he's going to tell you that he regrets it because they lost."

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"I know", Ginny answered, smiling brightly. "Oh, Romilda.” The girl said, remembering the time when she had tried to basically drug Harry. “She’s… interesting.” The red haired witch nodded then, at his next question. “Well.. We are getting along. It’s no joy but it’s also not that bad. Draco’s changed.”

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"I've got my fingers crossed that she's grown up a bit... That lass. She caused a right load of trouble 'din't she?" He shared a wry smile with the redheaded girl over one shoulder just as the kettle started to whistle "Changed? How... Changed?"

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"That sounds great, Seamus, thanks. Tea, please. Just milk. Tell me how you’ve been!"

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"No worries Hermione." He reached into the fridge and produced a bottle of milk, tapping his wand against the top he watched the lid come undone and fall to the countertop "I've been... I've been alright, all things considered, what about yourself lass?"

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"No milk thank you, two sugars", Ginny smiled.. "Now, I do need some more info than just that, Seamus. How are you really? Who’s your match again?” The girl looked at the boy busying himself up at the kitchen, shaking her head with slight amusement. “I’ve been alright. Better than earlier, anyway.”

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Seamus nodded and dropped two teabags into the mugs, turning then to grab the milk from the fridge. "Alright, alright. You Weasley's have a way about you that make people talk." His smile faltered a little. "Romilda. Vane. Pretty but, bit of a nutter all things considered." He raised an eyebrow "Really? You and the ferret find some common ground?"

[katie-bbm]

"Just sugar please, no milk. Um — do you have tangerine tea?"

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"I think I do actually, somewhere in 'ere... Just a mo' Katie." Seamus leant up to the top cupboard, sorting through a variety of his Mum's teas "Raspberry, Green, Lemon. Ah, tangerine. How've you been doing then, blondie?"

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"I could use a cup of tea?" Ginny smiled, sitting down. "So, Seamus. How are you doing?"

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"Y'take milk? How many sugars?" Seamus busied himself with finding a couple of mugs that weren't chipped from the cupboards "'M alright thank you Gin, how're you?"

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Night Ride on the Knight Bus || Open Para

Sweat dripped from his brow as he made his way off the pitch. He considered apparition, but the idea of actually being squeezed made him sick to his stomach. Maybe he was making the practice a little too far, but it kept his mind off the pressing problems that he was currently going through. With hair still damp from the showers, the twenty-four year old made his way up to the road that lay a few miles from the pitch. Checking around him for anyone that could see him, he raised his wad arm towards the road and without much of a wait; his way home arrived with a clang. He jumped back, ensuring that his foot wouldn’t be smashed by the gentleman that jumped off, ungracefully stumbling as he began the speech that went to anyone boarding the train.

Nodding and waving his hand to get it all over with, Oliver hoisted both his broom and his duffel bag and boarded the train with a simple, “King’s Road, Chelsea.” He boarded the train and moved to the second story, quickly settling in before the bus started on its tremulous trip. There weren’t many on board, mostly just the usual sleeping witches and wizards that were calling the bus home for the night. So when they stopped again, not even a few moments later, Oliver’s curiosity peaked and forced him to check who was getting on the bus.

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So maybe happy hour had been a bit of an overestimation. The Hairy Hippogriff was, in all ways, not Seamus' local and he'd been assured by the lads from work that it was always a laugh, a get your wand in a knot sort of laugh and he'd been entirely up for that. He'd sidelonged over with Jeremy from PR but reckoned that if he tried that now he'd end up punching the man in the gut or vomiting all over his own doorstep and neither took his fancy, especially with the Prophet's eyes being everywhere nowadays. He checked his watch hesitantly and picked up his pace to stand one hand in his pocket at the curb just as the rain started to patter down against the shoulders of his t-shirt. 

It had been a while since he'd clambered up onto the triple decker purple bus, so long in fact that Ernie the kindly old driver had actually retired after it was found that he was legally blind and the bloody shrunken head he kept with him didn't even have eyes. Seamus tiredly raised his left arm, his wand arm, to hail it and cursed quietly under his breath that his hair was now plastered to his skull and any drying charms would give him the effect of being a tiny fluffy chick. "The Leaky please, mate." he murmured after the bus had screeched to a halt and left a few extra sickles on the tray. Seamus turned and hauled himself up the flight of stairs, content to find himself a bed and hold on for dear life.

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"I've got the kettle on. I could make y' a brew? Milk and sugar? Maybe coffee?"

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“What a week.”

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"Not a good one then, lass?"

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