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Without exaggeration, the Quidditch World Cup was going to be the single biggest, most important event of Seamus’ entire life. His mother had surprised him tickets when he’d arrived home from Hogwarts at the end of the previous school year, and he’d been buzzing with excitement ever since. She didn’t just have tickets for them, either, but for his best friend Dean as well. The wait was just about killing him!

He’d tried begging his mother to let them arrive early, but she’d insisted that they couldn’t show up to the World Cup six weeks ahead of time, and that they’d be arriving plenty early anyway, and that he could kill time, if he was so bored, by doing his summer homework. Seamus did not care for that answer.

The compromise that they’d made, which was almost as exciting as the Quidditch World Cup itself, was for Dean to come and stay with them for about a week before they headed off to the World Cup. Seamus had visited Dean’s house before, when they were in London, but Dean had never seen his. He was extremely thrilled, a bit nervous, and full of brilliant ideas of all the fun they could have during this momentous occasion.

Finally, after completing all of his homework, cleaning his bedroom (three full times before his mother would approve), and listening to about a dozen lectures of how he needed to be a good host, Seamus and his mother were officially waiting at the ferry station in Liverpool for Dean and his family, who he believed were arriving by train. Seamus was alternating between sitting on the bench, bouncing his leg anxiously and pacing the station, looking for a glimpse of his best friend. Any minute now, he was positive!

#artandbertiebotts #v. 4th year

Healing is Boring

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Lee stared at the too-white hospital ceiling.This wouldn't do. He sat up in his bed. They'd said no talking. Lee's left hand moved to the bandages around his throat. His eyes flickered to the window,then, to the stack of get-well-soon candies and Thanks-for-Potterwatch-presents-pile in his room.They hadn't said no flying. Fifteen minutes later, he hovered on his old broomstick and rapped his knuckles on Dean's hospital room window. Lee waved a hand. He flicked his wand and a second broomstick with saddlebags filled with sweets floated into view.The children's ward was on the other side of the building. And he wasn't about to keep the joy spreading to himself.That and he was sure if ate all the sweets himself he'd die of sugar overdose.

#here have non angsty post war lee #well lee pretending he isnt #close enough #rp: healing is boring #artandbertiebotts

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It was easy to change things once Seamus had started. He’d changed his freckles to match his hair (an ever changing series of neon colors) and tried a dozen or so piercings. There was always something healing, something more than a little tender on his tongue or mouth or ...elsewhere.

Other things were changing too--always changing, really, with a potion or a spell or something else all together. He wasn’t always certain how he reached the point of needing to go-go-go. It ruined quite a lot of things, he was certain, but staying still made him jittery and anxious and that meant he was too useless to stay at work.

Better, then, to be a little too bright and kiss strangers under black light

(i thought a bit about pride verse for this--but could be an earlier fragment verse from it, or one after a first dating attempt fail)

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"So I'm guessing it wasn't seven minutes of heaven?" (Seamus would find that kiss a riot)

“More like one minute of blissful ignorance and fun spiraling into the hell of awkward and the realization that you’re going to have to disown your best mate for poor taste in jokes.”

[In reference, to this.]

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Sheena sucking on the top of her quill, paused from looking over her homework. “Hm?” She smiled a bit, then glanced over her shoulder and into the courtyard. Dena wasn’t wrong: there was a little robe flipping and teasing, and it was especially obvious when she got on a broom.

Particularly because even if she wanted to be she never entirely got Dena’s fantastically smooth turns that allowed just the right about of peak---if Dena wasn’t wearing muggle clothes that day. Which was a big if.

Sheena mostly let things happen. “I kind of like it, though.”

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The problem with war was: real life didn’t seem all that real afterwards. So it was probably not entirely unexpected that Seamus just... left, after a while. He tried to be at home, he tried to make phone calls to Dean and meet up for drinks with Ginny and Neville--but it didn’t feel right and it didn’t work and eventually Seamus just stopped.

Left.

Found something else to do.

He sent christmas cards and birthday gifts and silly drunken texts once in awhile.

Which was probably fine--terrible, in a sense, but fine. Sometimes people needed to get away to grown or change or think of something else.

It probably would have stayed sort of fine with Dean if he hadn’t come to anatomy drawing practice and ended up getting to see literally everything of Seamus Finnigan circa 21st birthday.

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Text: Drawers/painters:No. They do not think. They are not human they are like psychopaths in human skin. If you breathe their way they will put toxic paint in your tea and you will die before you can say Picasso

Text: well that explains some things

Text: is that what the cup of water was about

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Many Good Mornings

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Seamus was asleep. He liked being asleep, particularly when it was nearing two am (although he was fairly partial to four-thirty when he was supposed to be cooking dinner, too). The problem was that sometimes he and Dean’s four year old did not like two am.

Or, even if he was liking two am, his nose decided to erupt into a fountain.

And that was much the same.

Really, Seamus should have understood what was happening faster--but he didn’t.

He was asleep until he heard a little voice whispering, “Da... da... da.” And then, when he opened his eyes, “Help me.”

The kid was absolutely covered in blood. Seamus shrieked and might have launched himself backwards and into Dean.

#artandbertiebotts #many good mornings #v. librarian #flashing into the future with this one #presumably lily was the birth mum #so wild redhead covered in blood #feel free to make stuff up