RP: Decent
Characters: Seamus Finnigan, anyone else?
Date: 5th of July, 2000
Location: Diagon Alley.
Summary: Moments of peace.
Status/Warning: None. Very open!!
Completion: Complete.
Seamus had a plan, and it was going swimmingly.
Just a few more things to sort out -- then something amazing would happen. Or at least, his definition of amazing, which probably didn't correspond with everyone else's; not that that would stop Sea, not really.
But for now work was out, and he had places to go. Life was decent lately -- he'd been having trouble paying rent, and trying to let Hannah sort through things as she needed, but in all those were the only two things giving him any sort of uncertainty. Seamus knew it was all going to look up soon, which was why he still tried with such enthusiasm. Life was mostly fun, after all; it was just a matter of convincing himself this was true, which was easy when watching the sun go down. (There were things bigger than his problems; he'd read this in one of those muggle advice columns. His problems were insignificant in light of the world.)
So Seamus plopped down on a bench, running a hand through messy hair, and let himself be quiet. If only for a moment.
Date: 5th of July, 2000
Location: Diagon Alley.
Summary: Moments of peace.
Status/Warning: None. Very open!!
Completion: Complete.
Seamus had a plan, and it was going swimmingly.
Just a few more things to sort out -- then something amazing would happen. Or at least, his definition of amazing, which probably didn't correspond with everyone else's; not that that would stop Sea, not really.
But for now work was out, and he had places to go. Life was decent lately -- he'd been having trouble paying rent, and trying to let Hannah sort through things as she needed, but in all those were the only two things giving him any sort of uncertainty. Seamus knew it was all going to look up soon, which was why he still tried with such enthusiasm. Life was mostly fun, after all; it was just a matter of convincing himself this was true, which was easy when watching the sun go down. (There were things bigger than his problems; he'd read this in one of those muggle advice columns. His problems were insignificant in light of the world.)
So Seamus plopped down on a bench, running a hand through messy hair, and let himself be quiet. If only for a moment.