Closed; The Farm, Ill Timed Run Ins, and Overdue Apologies
This was a very strange feeling, the buzz and energy that started earlier that morning that kept him pacing and active since the moment he had woken up. Thankfully Seamus was back in Ireland, waking up in his childhood bed strange enough, and there was plenty to do to actually keep him busy. Though, there didn't seem to be anything that could actually tire him out. His father had never seen anyone work so hard or so long, especially with out a single complaint. It was like this wasn't even Seamus Finnigan anymore, stronger work ethic and more eager than he had been in years (which didn't include his attitude towards his own shop but his father hardly ever made it out to London to see that).
Then again, maybe he wasn't the same Seamus Finnigan anymore.
It was like his body knew that something was coming and it was pretty damn hard to deny it anymore. Seamus was growing more anxious, eating his dinner standing up rather than sitting down at the dinner table and that was something that his mam had always hated. But tonight she didn't say anything about it because there was that sad look in her eyes when she glanced outside to see the sun sinking lower into the rolling hills of the farm, the gorgeous peachy glow that took over the sky suddenly more dreary than beautiful.
His father tried to understand, asking questions about it until his mother sushed him and an uncomfortable silence washed over the kitchen, disrupted only by Seamus's squeaky sneakers.
After dinner Seamus made his way outside, waving a strange and long goodbye to his mam as he watched her put up the remaining wards on the house.
Then, suddenly, he began to rush, as fast and as far as he could because he didn't want his parents to hear it, those screams he knew would be coming as the transformation started.
Then again, maybe he wasn't the same Seamus Finnigan anymore.
It was like his body knew that something was coming and it was pretty damn hard to deny it anymore. Seamus was growing more anxious, eating his dinner standing up rather than sitting down at the dinner table and that was something that his mam had always hated. But tonight she didn't say anything about it because there was that sad look in her eyes when she glanced outside to see the sun sinking lower into the rolling hills of the farm, the gorgeous peachy glow that took over the sky suddenly more dreary than beautiful.
His father tried to understand, asking questions about it until his mother sushed him and an uncomfortable silence washed over the kitchen, disrupted only by Seamus's squeaky sneakers.
After dinner Seamus made his way outside, waving a strange and long goodbye to his mam as he watched her put up the remaining wards on the house.
Then, suddenly, he began to rush, as fast and as far as he could because he didn't want his parents to hear it, those screams he knew would be coming as the transformation started.