RP: Making Time
Date: 4 March 1999
Characters: Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, (Neville?)
Location: Their house
Status: Private
Summary: Seamus brings home fish and chips and hangs out with Dean.
Completion: Incomplete
Seamus' stomach growled, loudly, as he Apparated to the front door of his, Dean, and Nev's house. He accidentally tripped the doorbell, hearing it roar loudly in his ear. "Blimey, that's what happens to everyone else," he said with a snicker. He opened the door and let it swing shut behind him. He was starving and the fish and chips he'd picked up at the Three Broomsticks smelled amazing. He would have eaten it right in the pub, but he and Dean had made plans to work a meal into their busy schedules. Well. Dean had a busy one, anyway.
"Dean, mate!" He knew his friend barely ate a thing lately, at least he wasn't cooking much of anything these days. Worked too bloody hard, was all. Seamus knew, of course, how hard Dean was working on his project and with his lessons, but that didn't mean he shouldn't be teased. He went into the kitchen and started unpacking the bag. "What're you; nesting or something? Get down here for once; I brought food." He chuckled.
Characters: Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, (Neville?)
Location: Their house
Status: Private
Summary: Seamus brings home fish and chips and hangs out with Dean.
Completion: Incomplete
Seamus' stomach growled, loudly, as he Apparated to the front door of his, Dean, and Nev's house. He accidentally tripped the doorbell, hearing it roar loudly in his ear. "Blimey, that's what happens to everyone else," he said with a snicker. He opened the door and let it swing shut behind him. He was starving and the fish and chips he'd picked up at the Three Broomsticks smelled amazing. He would have eaten it right in the pub, but he and Dean had made plans to work a meal into their busy schedules. Well. Dean had a busy one, anyway.
"Dean, mate!" He knew his friend barely ate a thing lately, at least he wasn't cooking much of anything these days. Worked too bloody hard, was all. Seamus knew, of course, how hard Dean was working on his project and with his lessons, but that didn't mean he shouldn't be teased. He went into the kitchen and started unpacking the bag. "What're you; nesting or something? Get down here for once; I brought food." He chuckled.