#v. 3rd year

[seafinnigan]

@wewhoareflawed​

As soon as the bell rang, the third years hurried to file out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Seamus, however, busied himself with collecting his supplies, and when that didn’t prove to be enough of a stalling tactic, he told Dean he needed to speak to Lupin about a late homework assignment and sent him on his way.

Once Seamus was absolutely, positively sure that all the other students were gone, he went to approach the professor, admittedly a bit timidly. He’d been meaning to speak to him, but that didn’t make him any less nervous.

“Um. Professor Lupin? Can I talk to you real quick?”

[seafinnigan]

if you don’t believe then there’s nothing for you to be afraid of, right? (from Sirius)

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?”