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I'm sorry I've not been the best of company lately.
Things have just been really...

Just. I'm sorry.

[Private To Seamus Finnigan]

Seamus;

Will you come home with me for Christmas?

I. I've tried, but I can't just. Just. Owl this home to my mother, but I'm not sure I can do it on my own, either.

Love,[/Private]
Dean

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[gumwrapper_lies]

Dean, hope everything's alright, mate.
Padma's got a great tea if you need help relaxing...

Neville

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I'm not... stressed, just. Tired. It's alright, Neville. Thanks.

Dean

[gumwrapper_lies]

Alright...

If you need someone to talk to, you know where to find me.

Neville

[paper_and_ink]

Thanks, Neville

Private to Dean Thomas

[shamrock_king]

Of course, love.

Mam's going to be tied up at the Abercrombie's. It won't be a problem at all.

It'll be alright, love. I know it will. I'll be upstairs in a bit, if you'd like to go down to the kitchens for dinner instead of the Great Hall...?

-Seamus

Re: Private to Seamus Finnigan

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We could always go to Ireland for the last week of break, if you wanted...

And. I'd like that, I don't much feel like seeing a bunch of people. Thanks, Sea.

Love,
Dean

Re: Private to Dean Thomas

[shamrock_king]

That would be good. Mam could fuss over you like she always does and stuff you full of turnover-goodness.

Alright. I'll meet you upstairs, then? We can wait till everyone else has gone down...love you, Dean.

-Seamus

Re: Private to Seamus Finnigan

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Your mother's turnovers are amazing - best thing your mum's ever made. (Other than you, of course.)

That sounds nice. You know where I'll be. (In bed.)

Love you, too,
Dean