#seafinnigan

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Neville fell to his knees the moment the apparated into the abandoned flat they were calling home for the next few days.  They bounced all over Britain before landing in the home, a way to keep the government off their trail.  His knee gave out somewhere around Bristol and he let out a whine of pain as he fell right on it.  His knee always bothered him since his last year at Hogwarts when a nasty hex hit him right in the knee, leaving him unable to walk for days.

Glancing around, he noticed that Seamus had yet to arrive and worry filled him.  There were times when it felt as though Seamus was the only person he had left in the world.  After losing both Ginny and Luna, Neville felt lost.  They were his circle, his trio of sorts.  Without them, he felt as though he had nothing.  

A loud crack sounded as Seamus apparated into the flat.  Neville had his wand pointed at him, just in case it was actually a Death Eater that somehow managed to follow him.  Lowering his wand when he finally focused on Seamus, he offered him a sad smile.  “That was bloody close.”

[mionelovescrookshanks]

@seafinnigan

May 17th, 2002

The ceremony was long over and the reception had effortlessly made the switch to a party a few hours ago. Ron had been pulled aside by Bill, Harry and Ginny were dancing, Arthur was talking to her parents and Molly was fussing over Victoire. This was the first time in hours no one was paying attention to Hermione, and she gladly made use of the opportunity to slip out of the tent that was set up in the Weasley’s backyard for the occasion and walked around to the back. She knew Ginny was supposed to put the lawn chairs away, but hadn’t, since they’d be out of sight anyway. She needed just a few minutes to take off her shoes and get some fresh air. It seemed like someone else had beaten her to it.  “Mind if I join you?”

[ura-wizardharry]

Drunk and Disorderly

@seafinnigan

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Swaying on his drunken legs. Harry hauled his arm back and with a grunt slammed his fist against Seamus’s jaw.

[xfwitandlearning-blog]

@seafinnigan ♥-ed for a starter

The first week of the new job had been a difficult one; Professor McGonagall, at the very moment of hiring her, had told her that it would be so, but Darcie had still hoped that it would not be so.

Apparently she had put too much trust in the Slytherins.

Perhaps it would have been wiser for her to visit the Three Broomsticks, but since it was usually overcrowded, even when the students were not around, Darcie had chosen to head to the Hogs Head.

“Butterbeer, please,” she said, her voice tired, as soon as she had approached the counter.

[wanderingxfaerie]

@seafinnigan​ cont. from here.

Parisa was in her happy place. She thrived in Herbology class and in the greenhouse. The thought that anyone, especially her own Herbology partner, would be sad when surrounded by plants confounded Parisa. The tiny Hufflepuff just wanted to cheer Seamus up.

“Well there’s always next year.” Her voice was naturally soft and kind. “And instead of being sad they lost, maybe celebrate how far they made it? They beat so many other teams.” She smiled brightly, partially because she wanted Seamus to smile as well and partially because Professor Sprout said they would be re-potting their dittany plants. They would be up to their wrists in potting soil.

[itswasteland]

@seafinnigan liked this for a starter (Neville and Seamus) 

Neville sat at the Gryffindor table, poking his breakfast patty for several long moments but neither seeing nor feeling what he was doing. It was hard to have an appetite when everything around him seemed so wrong, so off, so much like waking up from a nightmare only to realize you’d fallen right into another one. At the high table, Snape sat where Dumbledore should have, and the Carrows huddled on either side of him, haughty and proud and undeniably evil. They had only been back at school for a handful of days, but already the truth was abundantly clear: this was not Hogwarts. 

Neville looked down the table glumly until his eyes caught on the sight of Seamus, who looked as terrible as Neville felt. Even worse, he looked empty without Dean by his side, like he was missing half of himself. And maybe he was. It was yet another mark of how crooked life had become at Hogwarts: all the missing places where their muggle-born classmates should have sat. 

Making up his mind in an instant, Neville scooted down the table and without a word, grabbed one of the old DA coins from his pocket and stuffed it into Seamus’ hand. He’d been thinking about it for days now, ever since he’d stepped off the train and felt dread rather than excitement--more dread than he usually did, anyway. As this year, it wasn’t bullying he was afraid of. It wasn’t even Voldemort. It was the end, the fear that there was no point, no future, no goal--nothing for any of them to work for or look forward to. All of their training, all he’d endured, all for nothing. “We’re gonna get him back,” he said with as much bravado as he could. “I have an idea and maybe--” He paused, biting his lip, but this was no time to fall into old ways, to get nervous, to stutter his way through words he knew mattered. “Maybe you want to help me?”

[aparecium-muses]

@seafinnigan Plotted Starter -From Luna To Seamus

Luna hummed softly, swaying as she walked making it apparent she was stuck in her head. More times then not she had been lost in daydreams, of loss and love and of want. But getting a call from an old classmate had broken her bubble of dreaming which is why she was here in the first place.

"Hello Seamus," she greeted softly having spied him standing under the glow of the star-shaped orange sign where she had told him to meet her. The words, 'Sun Star Cafe' seemed to glitter in the evening light making her smile at the familiarity of the place. "You didn't have to wait outside for me, I wouldn't have gotten lost." She laughed, seemingly at her own little joke before walking closer too the door.

"Well come on then, we can speak more inside about why you asked for me."

[itswasteland]

@seafinnigan continued from here 

Seamus glared, a little skeptically, a little bravely, but mostly just nauseously, at the convicted murderer in front of him. He didn’t think the maniac in front of him had a wand, but you could never be too sure, right? And he had seen what the man could do with a knife.

“What. What do you want?”

Ater twelve years without one, Sirius’ hand no longer felt empty without his wand, no longer felt like he was missing a limb--and yet the knife was almost the same size, the same length, and if he’d learned anything living on the streets of the muggle world, it was that it could be used quite the same was as any dark curse. The problem was, no matter what they might say about him in the papers or on the muggle television sets, Sirius had never used a dark curse before, had never planned to. Until tonight. 

He’d have preferred to do it with a flash of green light--not the boy, of course, but Peter, who was lurking just inside Gryffindor Tower, who was so close to Harry, he could strike at any time. But the knife would have to do. If anyone deserved that sort of death, it was Peter. 

“The rat,” Sirius said in the calmest voice he could muster. His throat was raw, his voice a broken growl from years of disuse. This boy might have lived in the same dorm as Harry, the dorm they stood in now, empty but all for the two of them, but he was not the one he was looking for. If they were lucky, the redheaded boy might have left the rat in his bed. “Step aside, and no one has to get hurt.