#seamusburning

[ofsight]

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Send ✖ for my muse to land on yours during spin the bottle.

It was her third go at spin the bottle, and at this point Parvati was several drinks in and certainly feeling the side effects. So when the nozzle landed directly in front of Seamus, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Who had been the last girl Seamus had even kissed? Lavender? She shook her head. 

“I love you, Seamus, but I think I’d be doing us both a favor by skipping out on this one,” Parvati giggled. “That being said --- this is a law-binding game. If we don’t obey, there could be disaster. Anarchy, maybe. You never know.” So she leaned forward, careful to shoot Michael a cutting glare as she did so (petty? perhaps, but that’s never stopped her before), and planted a brief, but firm kiss on Seamus’ lips. 

“You’re welcome.”

[rvncorns-blog]

☠

Send ☠ for our muses to do shots together. 

noah stares at seamus, his gaze appraising. two shots lay in front of them on the table, empty glasses around them. “ you and lisa made this ? really ? ” he doesn’t mean to sound doubtful ( or at least, not as much as he did ) but he glances down at the alcohol and shrugs his shoulders. “ it’s not bad. ” he isn’t sure how much he’s had to drink, so maybe not bad is an understatement. “ glad you’ve found something you’re good at besides setting things on fire. ” that might be the closest seamus will get to getting a compliment from noah. he picks up one of the shots, tilting it towards the gryffindor. “ cheers. ”

[tcrryboots]

☁ + "why don't you like me?"

he knew there was some risk that came along with playing this game, especially with seamus and especially after the dare that he’d thrown at the other boy. but he waited, before wrinkling his nose at the question. that wasn’t what he was expecting, and it wasn’t even something he could laugh at.

“probably because you ask dumb questions like that,” he muttered with a roll of his eyes, before taking a sip from his drink. did he even have an answer - no, probably not. he disliked seamus for a lot of reasons. he disliked him because he was loud and obnoxious. he disliked him because he was now an obligatory part of his friendship with michael and anthony and terry didn’t agree to that. he disliked him because he had plenty of opportunities to hurt michael and terry couldn’t stop him.

he wasn’t the type to give those if you ever hurt him speeches, so he just shrugged instead. “does it even matter?” he responded. “i don’t like you. there doesn’t need to be a reason for it.” he didn’t know if that was satisfactory enough for an answer, so he drained the rest of his glass just in case. “next.”

[abbbott]

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Hannah approached Seamus from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him onto the makeshift dancefloor, laughing loudly. “Show me your moves, Finnigan — I’m sure you’ve got some in that body of yours.” 

She herself was jumping up and down, her dancing not as gracious as it would have been if she’d been sober. Not that she cared, much — her insecurities had been stifled by the alcohol and the music was distracting her from the people around her. “You’re brilliant by the way, you know that? I respect you so much, babes, I never expected to do so the way I do now but you know, you’re a … HERO! And you dance well, too!”

[moragmac]

❝

tMorag stumbled. She wanted to go to bed — she was angry and tired and the whole world was spinning and she didn’t like it one bed. The problem was, however, that in her drunken state, she kept getting distracted. There was someone to banter with about Quidditch, and then someone to roll her eyes at, someone to yell at and then someone to laugh and hug.

She was quite sure that she’d never talked to this many people in such a short amount of time ever before. It was fucking exhausting.

And yet, she kept going. Eyes fell on Seamus Finnigan and Morag walked over, determined, with a drink in her hand ( how it got there, she didn’t remember, but she took a huge sip from it anyway ). 

“Hey, hey Seamus — remember that … thing that happened? It really —” She swallowed, shook her head. “I dunno if I could say no again, ya know? That was the fucking worst. I’m not sure if I can say no again if it means going through… that.” Morag laughed, and then shrugged, her drink spilling on the carpet. “I guess I’m the coward people keep tellin’ me I am!”

[pcrkinscns-blog]

⚡+ say something nice about seamus

Send ⚡+ A DARE for my muse to complete in truth or dare.

Formerly confident in her choice, Pansy’s smile faltered at Seamus’ request. Outraged, she launched into an attack. “What sort of bullshit dare is that?” Shaking her head in disgust, she eyed the Hufflepuff’s in the circle filthily. “I blame all of you for this. You let the badgers throw a party and suddenly everyone forgets that a dare is supposed to have an element of danger in it.” Rolling her eyes, Pansy grabbed her drink. “My answer is no by the way. I’d literally rather swallow my own tongue.”

[moragmac]

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send ☾ for an interaction in a common room or dormitory.                                                ( meme. accepting. )

WHEN: January 4thWHERE: Ravenclaw common roomWHO: @seamusburning & Morag

Morag was running behind, and Morag did not run behind. She was on top of things, always, never late with homework or assignments or any of the things on her to do list and yet … she was looking at the things she had to do, realising she was not going to be able to get it done and get a night of sleep. Maybe she’d pull an all nighter. Maybe she should say fuck it ( but she’d been doing that an awful lot lately, for her doing ) and just sleep. She let her eyes travel through the common room, which was quiet at this hour. And then a bustling, a stumbling, and the appearance of Seamus Finnigan coming out of nowhere from the common room door.

“What the hell are you doing here? Last I checked, you’re a Gryffindor.” A pause. “Carrows on your heels, or something?” She started to gather her things, wanting to be out of the common room if that was the case. It wouldn’t be the first time the Carrows decided to visit the place. “Hide in a broom closet next time, if that’s the case. We’ve seen plenty of drama here.”

[bencvolences]

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send ❄ for an interaction in hogsmeade. ( meme → open )

january 3rd, 1998. hogsmeade station. 

The feeling is quite surreal as Sally-Anne steps down from the train and onto the platform, immediately catching sight of Hogwarts castle in the distance. It’s the first year she’s ever truly been sad to return to her second home, to the once-familiar corridors and staircases and the warmth of her dormitory that’s gone just a bit colder. Her hand gives Lisa’s a squeeze as they join the crowd walking to the usual horseless carriages that would take them back to school. Sally-Anne is glancing around for familiar faces, looking for all the friends she hasn’t seen in weeks --- and to her delight, Seamus is one of the first ones she sees. She yells his name and rushes forward, throwing an arm around him in a quick hug.

“Seamus, hey! How was your holiday?”