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Independent HP Multi-Muse RP Blog. Sideblog to thekingofweasels.

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seafinnigan‌:

“Maybe a little,” Seamus admitted, smirking with good humor. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d woken up still under the effects of his good time from the night before, which, he’d found, was a decent way to reduce a hangover, especially when he was out of hangover potion. “Tea would be grand, thanks,” he accepted, trudging over to the sofa and collapsing on it.

“You definitely still smell drunk. After your tea, you need to hop into the shower before you continue to offend my poor sensitive nose.”  Lavender made her way into his kitchen, rummaging around in the cabinets to locate his stash of tea. Was she mothering him too much? Perhaps. But someone had to look after him if he wasn’t going to take care of himself. And she had nothing better to do.  “Black tea or herbal?”

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seafinnigan‌:

“Who?” he replied stupidly, and a moment too late to be convincing. Not that it would be particularly believable to have no memory of his former teacher, even if he had responded quicker, but Seamus couldn’t think of anything more reassuring than complete denial of the entire situation. He was at least smart enough to realize that the right thing to do would be to move the conversation inside, so he opened his door and retreated back into his flat, hoping Lavender would get the picture and follow.

“Hilarious, Shay. Are you still drunk? Usually you’re quicker than that.”  Lavender did a silent victory cheer as he opened the door to the flat, following himself with a slight bounce to her step. Stage 1 complete. Now she just had to convince him to let her take care of him for a little while. “If you don’t want coffee, can I make you tea?”

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seafinnigan‌:

“You’re not hideous,” Seamus said plainly. Not to flatter Lavender, necessarily, just factually. Whatever word you wanted to use to describe Lavender post-altercation with Greyback, hideous definitely wasn’t it, even with some scars. Her next comment immediately sent a surge of fury through him. 

“Who the hell said that?” he demanded angrily, unable to keep his voice down despite the fact they were still in the hallway outside of his flat. “When was this?” 

Lavender chewed on her bottom lip,  only offering up a small shrug at his question.  There had been so many people who crossed the street to avoid her, or stared and whispered when she tried to go into Diagon Alley. She’d taken to generally avoiding the wizarding world completely as of late -- it was just easier that way.  “People say it all the time, Seamus. You remember how everyone reacted when they found out about Professor Lupin, right?”

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seafinnigan‌:

Seamus had no idea what a pore was, and he had no desire to find out. He had even less of a desire to let Lavender slather him in mystery lotions and potions to satiate her desire for a living doll. And then she had to go and lay the guilt on. “Stare at what?” he tried. “It’s a few tiny scars. You just look like you ran face first through a glass door. Nothing wrong with that.”

“A werewolf used me as a chew toy -- I know what I look like, Seamus. You don’t have to pretend that I’m not hideous.”  Perhaps she was laying the guilt on a wee bit too much, but she had to use her situation to her advantage whenever possible. It was the only way she could live with what had happened and how she now looked.  “At least with the Muggles I can just tell them that a dog attacked me. Our community is worse; they all think I’m going to give them werewolf cooties.” 

Her lower lip thrust out in an expert pout, eyelashes fluttering at him. “We don’t have to do spa day, but can we hang out at least?”

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seafinnigan‌:

Seamus closed his eyes and scoffed, shaking his head. He liked Lavender, he really did, but there was no one he knew with such a strong ability to come up with the most batshit mental ideas possible and pass them off as though they made total sense. A spa day. What would this girl think of next?

“I’m a man, love. We don’t moisturize.” He warily eyed her bag of what was surely various potions and glitters. “And besides, what’s wrong with the way I look now?” He shot her his best attempt at a winning smile, and dreamed of now nice it would feel to crawl back into his bed.

“Yeah, that much is obvious. Your pores are bigger than my flat.”  Lavender sighed at him, shaking her head slightly. She knew this was a bit of a fool’s errand, but she was worried about him, and a little self-care was never a bad thing.  “Come on, Shay, pleeeeeaaasseeee? It’s not like I can go out and have a nice spa day myself, everyone stares once the charms and make-up is off. Can’t you indulge me?”

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seafinnigan‌:

Seamus ran a weary hand through his hair and then decisively grabbed for the vial of hangover potion, forgoing the coffee. He couldn’t stand the stuff, never had been able to. He downed the hangover potion, which was almost as vile as the coffee, in one go, and then handed the vial back to Lavender.

“What on God’s green fucking earth are you talking about?” he questioned without much patience. He wasn’t in much of a mood for any of her wacky schemes this morning. All he wanted to do was climb into bed and sleep a nice, long while until maybe he wouldn’t be so tired anymore.

Lavender shrugged, keeping the coffee for herself and happily sipping from it. So what if it was her sixth coffee of the morning? Someone had to have energy between the two of them, and from the looks of him, it wasn’t going to be Seamus.

“We’re having a spa day. I’m going to get you shaved, cleansed, moisturized, and trim your hair. I even have stuff for a massage.” She lifted the bag up, turning on her best pleading puppy-dog eyes and batting her eyelashes at him.  “You can even sleep through most of it if you really want. And afterwards we can go shopping for some new clothes.”

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seafinnigan‌:

Seamus lifted his face from his pillow and rubbed the crusty sleep from his eyes. Goddamn it was early. He groaned when he read the small red numbers on his bedside clock. Just past 6 am, which meant he had fallen into bed less than three hours previously. Bloody fantastic. After a few moments, when the pounding on his door didn’t subside, he reluctantly rolled out of bed. The only thing he was wearing was his boxers, so he climbed into a pair sweatpants and ambled to the front door.

He wrenched the door open and stepped outside in the hallway, shutting it behind them. “Jesus fucking Christ, Lav. I don’t live alone, you know.”

Lavender opened her mouth to retort, but paused long enough to give up a good once-over, tsking to herself as she did so.  “Merlin, it’s even worse than I thought. I have my work cut out for me today.”

Holding out a finger to hush him for a beat, she dug into her bag before pulling out a travel mug and a small vial of liquid.  Thrusting them both into his hands, she managed a smile (even if the left side of her face didn’t really cooperate like it should).  “Here. Hangover remedy and coffee. You look like you need both.”

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@seafinnigan​ gets hyperinvolved Lav because I say so

  Lavender Brown had been called many things over the years. Clingy. Crazy. Over-involved. Meddling. And maybe people had a point. After all, despite her own reluctance to go out into public, here she was, banging on Seamus’ door arse-early in the morning with a ridiculously large bag of supplies slung over her good shoulder. 

         “Seamus Finnigan, I know you’re in there! Open the damn door or I’m blasting it down! I’m giving you a makeover whether you like it or not!”

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mionelovescrookshanks‌:

Hermione looked up from her own notes. She was comfortably seated on the couch in front of the fire, legs tugged underneath herself, a blanket covering her lower body. “You should really stop leaving them lying around out in the open when she’s around. Did you ever get your potions notes back?”

  Tony paused for a long moment, trying to recall the last time he even saw his potions notes. Didn’t he just have them yesterday? Holding up a finger to pause the short conversation, he dug through his bag frantically before letting out a sigh. “-- No. Potions notes are still gone as well. I really should just start making copies of them at this rate.”

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tnott‌:

“Well, I don’t think it’s a big deal that I got sorted into Slytherin, but that hasn’t stopped people from shoving me in the corridors,” Theo said, a hint of acid in her voice. “Who’s making a fuss about you? Your mum?”

  “Who’s shoving you? Do you want me to hit them? I’ll beat them up for you!”  Perhaps it was a little obvious why the small blonde had been sorted the way she had, even if it wasn’t readily apparent to -her-.  “Oh, mum won’t even speak to me. This one’s from my brother.”

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Harry Potter Meme - @hp-moods​ & @ibuzoo​

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izzy came to have a good time and she’s feeling so attacked rn

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It’s not Tony’s fault that she always steals his notes instead of taking her own

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@mionelovescrookshanks

   “You haven’t seen my Arithmancy notes, have you? I could have sworn that I left them on the desk out here, unless Izzy stole them again...” That’s what he got for letting his friend stay over. His notes always seemed to mysteriously vanish when she was around.

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@mionelovescrookshanks gets something different!

    “So,” Lavender leaned against the door frame of Hermione Granger’s office, like she was prone to do when things were particularly slow down in her department. “How’s the Werewolf Rights proposition coming along? Inquiring minds want to know.”

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@tnott gets all the starters ever

   “I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal that I got Sorted into Gryffindor,” Lavender sighed as she read over a letter, folding it up as she glanced over at the Slytherin sitting near her.  “It’s not like I’m suddenly a different person than I was last week.”