Grow Where You're Planted

[safinnigan]

Date: Friday, 21 July, 2000
Time: Noon
Place: St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries
Characters Involved: Seamus Finnigan, and Neville Longbottom, Private
Rating: G
Complete or Incomplete: Complete

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[safinnigan]

Seamus just nodded at Neville’s words about Malfoy. What else was there to say? The man was dangerous, they knew it, and there was little or nothing to be done about it. The Order of the Phoenix intended surveillance. That was pitiful, but at least it was something.

When Neville allowed as how there were not many precautions here to protect him, Seamus was concerned, but he’d already urged his friend to caution. All he could do was add his heartfelt concern.

“Well then, have a care, Neville. She knows where you are and what you’re about lad, whilst we know less than zero ‘bout what the fecking bint’s up to.”

He listened to Neville’s words about Blackpool with interest. It might be a tourist town, but it was clear that Neville had fond memories of the place and had enjoyed his time there, even if he wasn’t fond of the water.

Seamus laughed and took a drink of his Butterbeer. “Right, water’s a second home for a Finnigan, mate. ‘Twas learn to swim or be drowned by my prat brothers, the fine lads.” His smile remained but his eyes became more serious when Neville spoke so respectfully of his Grandad and his fearlessness. He raised his bottle in salute. “’Tis for certain you’re just like ‘im then mate! Fearless Neville - now there’s a moniker for you and your Order of Merlin then, lad. A good one, too, now.”

Seamus was glad he had come to have lunch with Neville today. It hadn’t worked out the way he had hoped, but he and Neville were mates, and a fine lunch with mates of a Friday in London was a far better way to spend it than fighting Death Eaters, no matter where the lingering problems after the war took them.