wook77: Beginnings (Dean/Seamus)
Title: Beginnings
Author: wook77
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: #1 - Wind at 100quills
Word Count: 978
Summary: The wind blew and Dean wondered if, perhaps, this going away to school thing was a bad idea. Seamus wondered if, perhaps, he'd find a friend worthy of his stories.
Warnings: none.
Notes: All my Dean/Seamus stories for 100quills will form one overarching plot posted chronologically. As always, I'd love to hear what you all think, concrit welcomed with open arms. (Day 5 of the Fic Advent Calendar)
The wind was blustery and, for a moment, Dean wondered if perhaps, just perhaps, this going away to school thing was a bad idea. Mum always said that the weather was a way to tell a bit about what was going to happen and so did that old crone in at that wonderful, exciting, scary shopping place.
Dean grinned when he thought of Diagon Alley. The witches and wizards walking around with their tall hats and billowing robes, the street vendors calling out all kinds of exotic names like collapsible cauldrons and kneazles and Puffskeins. Dean hadn't known which way to look first.
His mother's hand on his arm pulled him back to the present as she tugged him along the busy street. The street was filled with…with… oh what was that word again? He'd heard the lady that had come to deliver his letter to Hogwarts say it and it'd been muttered and hissed. Muggle Something with Muggle.
That's what he was supposed to call his mum now. And his dad. And all those people on the streets.
Yet again, his mother's hand tugged him along, a whirlwind in the middle of the brisk wind blowing around them. For a moment, Dean paused to appreciate the beauty of his mum's hair in the wind before she tugged him again.
They were going to be late if they didn't hurry in to the station.
~~**~~
Seamus bounded down the street in front of his mam. They'd been traveling for days, no weeks. If Seamus were prone to telling a story as it were, they were traveling for hours.
But Seamus had always been one for exaggeration. When he saw a man on the street balancing a series of plates on his head, Seamus made up a story in his head. The man was a part of a circus that was currently taking a break from traveling the world and he had trained lions in his backyard and he balanced things on his head so that he could make sure that the lions stayed fed. After all, the lions…
"Seamus Finnigan! Move it or we're going to be late!" His mam's voice cut in to his daydreams as he stared at the street performer.
"Mam, do ye have anything we could give him? The lions, mam, the lions." Seamus turned pleading eyes on his mother who merely sighed before tossing a (50 pence piece) into the bucket in front of the man.
The man bowed, plates still perfectly balanced on his head, and he winked at Seamus. A giggle burbled out before Seamus resumed skipping along until he was in front of his mother again.
"Not that way, we need to go here." Seamus turned in time to see his mam disappear in the opposite direction.
They were going to be late if they didn't hurry in to the station.
~~**~~
Kings Cross Station was quite large and Dean paused just inside the doors. The juxtaposition of the dark arches and the brightly lit concourse had him standing still to absorb all of it. The ebb and flow of the crowd broke in waves around him as he stood there, a small black boy as his mother wandered away.
"Dean Thomas! Hurry up! You'll miss your train!" Startled out of his contemplations of the lighting, Dean hurried after his mum. His trunk bumped along behind him as he fought his way through the crowd.
The lady that had come to visit had explained about the platform to get to the Hogwarts Express but Dean wasn't too sure about the whole magic thing. It was one thing when he turned his sister's hair pink when she'd taken scissors to his own. It was another to walk through a solid wall surrounded by people like him.
"Seamus! Stop talking to strangers. What will I do if they steal you? Do you want to be a gypsy? Do you? I didn't think so! Now, through the wall, hurry or we'll miss the train." The lilting voice gave little warning as a body collided into the back of Dean. He went tumbling to the side but caught himself on the porter standing in the way.
"Hello. What are you doing blocking the platform?" When Dean turned around, he saw a small freckled boy.
"Sorry, sir." The porter glared before going back to his job and Dean looked back to the boy. "Didn't mean to. It's just that it's solid, yeah? Can't go through solid walls. It's not possible."
The other boy laughed before sticking out his hand. "Seamus Finnigan. I'm half and half. Yer full Muggle, aren't ye?"
As Dean shook his hand, Seamus's mum piped in. "It's best if you go through at a full run. It's not nearly as scary as you think. Just concentrate on getting through and you'll be fine. If you don't hurry, you'll miss the train so off you go." Dean found himself pushed through the barrier and Seamus tumbled through after him.
All too soon, Dean found himself saying goodbye to his mother and loading his trunk onto the train. He'd lost the other little boy, Seamus. What a name, Dean thought to himself as he pushed against his trunk to get it properly situated.
"There you are! I thought I'd lost ye." Seamus popped into the compartment and shoved his trunk next to Dean's. "Ye never did tell me yer name before me mam tossed us through the barrier."
"Oh, right. Dean, Dean Thomas." Dean held his hand out and Seamus took it with quite a bit of ceremony and fuss.
By the end, they were both laughing and Dean suddenly didn't feel quite so scared about going to such a strange and wonderful place. They were going to be the best of friends, it didn't take a portent in the weather to predict that.
As always, I'd love to hear what you think. Concrit welcomed with open arms
Part 2
Author: wook77
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: #1 - Wind at 100quills
Word Count: 978
Summary: The wind blew and Dean wondered if, perhaps, this going away to school thing was a bad idea. Seamus wondered if, perhaps, he'd find a friend worthy of his stories.
Warnings: none.
Notes: All my Dean/Seamus stories for 100quills will form one overarching plot posted chronologically. As always, I'd love to hear what you all think, concrit welcomed with open arms. (Day 5 of the Fic Advent Calendar)
The wind was blustery and, for a moment, Dean wondered if perhaps, just perhaps, this going away to school thing was a bad idea. Mum always said that the weather was a way to tell a bit about what was going to happen and so did that old crone in at that wonderful, exciting, scary shopping place.
Dean grinned when he thought of Diagon Alley. The witches and wizards walking around with their tall hats and billowing robes, the street vendors calling out all kinds of exotic names like collapsible cauldrons and kneazles and Puffskeins. Dean hadn't known which way to look first.
His mother's hand on his arm pulled him back to the present as she tugged him along the busy street. The street was filled with…with… oh what was that word again? He'd heard the lady that had come to deliver his letter to Hogwarts say it and it'd been muttered and hissed. Muggle Something with Muggle.
That's what he was supposed to call his mum now. And his dad. And all those people on the streets.
Yet again, his mother's hand tugged him along, a whirlwind in the middle of the brisk wind blowing around them. For a moment, Dean paused to appreciate the beauty of his mum's hair in the wind before she tugged him again.
They were going to be late if they didn't hurry in to the station.
~~**~~
Seamus bounded down the street in front of his mam. They'd been traveling for days, no weeks. If Seamus were prone to telling a story as it were, they were traveling for hours.
But Seamus had always been one for exaggeration. When he saw a man on the street balancing a series of plates on his head, Seamus made up a story in his head. The man was a part of a circus that was currently taking a break from traveling the world and he had trained lions in his backyard and he balanced things on his head so that he could make sure that the lions stayed fed. After all, the lions…
"Seamus Finnigan! Move it or we're going to be late!" His mam's voice cut in to his daydreams as he stared at the street performer.
"Mam, do ye have anything we could give him? The lions, mam, the lions." Seamus turned pleading eyes on his mother who merely sighed before tossing a (50 pence piece) into the bucket in front of the man.
The man bowed, plates still perfectly balanced on his head, and he winked at Seamus. A giggle burbled out before Seamus resumed skipping along until he was in front of his mother again.
"Not that way, we need to go here." Seamus turned in time to see his mam disappear in the opposite direction.
They were going to be late if they didn't hurry in to the station.
~~**~~
Kings Cross Station was quite large and Dean paused just inside the doors. The juxtaposition of the dark arches and the brightly lit concourse had him standing still to absorb all of it. The ebb and flow of the crowd broke in waves around him as he stood there, a small black boy as his mother wandered away.
"Dean Thomas! Hurry up! You'll miss your train!" Startled out of his contemplations of the lighting, Dean hurried after his mum. His trunk bumped along behind him as he fought his way through the crowd.
The lady that had come to visit had explained about the platform to get to the Hogwarts Express but Dean wasn't too sure about the whole magic thing. It was one thing when he turned his sister's hair pink when she'd taken scissors to his own. It was another to walk through a solid wall surrounded by people like him.
"Seamus! Stop talking to strangers. What will I do if they steal you? Do you want to be a gypsy? Do you? I didn't think so! Now, through the wall, hurry or we'll miss the train." The lilting voice gave little warning as a body collided into the back of Dean. He went tumbling to the side but caught himself on the porter standing in the way.
"Hello. What are you doing blocking the platform?" When Dean turned around, he saw a small freckled boy.
"Sorry, sir." The porter glared before going back to his job and Dean looked back to the boy. "Didn't mean to. It's just that it's solid, yeah? Can't go through solid walls. It's not possible."
The other boy laughed before sticking out his hand. "Seamus Finnigan. I'm half and half. Yer full Muggle, aren't ye?"
As Dean shook his hand, Seamus's mum piped in. "It's best if you go through at a full run. It's not nearly as scary as you think. Just concentrate on getting through and you'll be fine. If you don't hurry, you'll miss the train so off you go." Dean found himself pushed through the barrier and Seamus tumbled through after him.
All too soon, Dean found himself saying goodbye to his mother and loading his trunk onto the train. He'd lost the other little boy, Seamus. What a name, Dean thought to himself as he pushed against his trunk to get it properly situated.
"There you are! I thought I'd lost ye." Seamus popped into the compartment and shoved his trunk next to Dean's. "Ye never did tell me yer name before me mam tossed us through the barrier."
"Oh, right. Dean, Dean Thomas." Dean held his hand out and Seamus took it with quite a bit of ceremony and fuss.
By the end, they were both laughing and Dean suddenly didn't feel quite so scared about going to such a strange and wonderful place. They were going to be the best of friends, it didn't take a portent in the weather to predict that.
As always, I'd love to hear what you think. Concrit welcomed with open arms
Part 2