What are friends for?

[safinnigan]

Date: Saturday, 30 September, 2000
Time: 10:30 a.m.
Location: Trésor Littéraire
Characters Involved: Seamus Finnigan, Charlotte Aurelius, open to others who wish to help clean up
Rating: G, or maybe PG-13 for French invectives

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[safinnigan]

Seamus looked around for something to hand to Charlotte to dry up her tears. He didn’t have anything with him, but he still had his wand in his hand from repairing the window, so he tore off a piece of the shredded cushion cover from the chair he was seated on and transfigured it into a delicate white Irish linen handkerchief embroidered with spring flowers in one corner and tatted on the edge. It was an image he dredged up from his childhood, perhaps from visiting his grandmother in Belfast. He placed it in Charlotte’s hand and gave her shoulders a small hug under his arm. Then he smiled at her and laughed a small, rueful laugh.

“Laughter and tears, luv, can’t have one without t’other - and the Irish no stranger to either then, lass.” He paused a moment to allow her to collect herself a bit before he continued. “Be easy then, lass. You’ve a right to your tears. ‘Twas an unfounded attack.” He understood her upset and frustration, her loss, but she was safe and unharmed. He was well aware that it might have been otherwise.