Sunday the 5th: Hogsmeade Weekend

[sea_leprechaun]

Catching Harry's wrist in his grasp, Seamus pulled the other boy down the road to Zonko's, proclaiming the need to get some more dungbombs. "I have this wicked idea, mate," he explained, not stopping as he towed Harry along. "It involves the dungbombs, the dance, and a slytherin or two."

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[_harry_p_]

Harry laughed indulgently, amused by even just the first few images that popped into his head.

"You know, sometimes I think you agree to go to these things with me just so you have a partner in your crimes," he joked at the back of Seamus' head, following along dutifully.

[sea_leprechaun]

"Would I do a thing like," Seamus told him, turning his head and affecting a hurt expression which he shot at Harry. "I ask you solely for the pleasure of your company, you git," he added fondly, his smile showing Harry the truth of his words.

[_harry_p_]

His lips instinctively mimicked the expression, but he shrugged as though he wasn't sure if he believed it.

"That's what you tell me, mate, but..." His voice trailed off intentionally, though he couldn't hold the doubtful expression long before a grin came through. "But dung bombs? Who exactly do you plan on hitting with them?"

[sea_leprechaun]

Seamus hesitated, his expression showing his indecision, before shrugging. "Well I don't know yet. I thought of gathering all our friends in one area of the hall and just throwing them into the crowd at random away from them."

Smirking, he tilted his head and winked, slowing a little as they neared the shop. "You up for it, mate?"