DRABBLE: More to Offer, Seamus/Dean, 200 words
written for thenotoriousso4 last week because of some ick... ♥
More to Offer
Seamus/Dean, 200 words
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Seamus shakes his head and leans back in his third-hand chair, ignoring the 'crickety-whine' of springs well past any anti-squeak charms. He sighs and glances at the clock that probably stopped working before Seamus was conceived.
He knows that the gossip-mill at the Ministry is legendary, knows this hope is impossible, but maybe Pucey's most recent passive-aggressive antics won't make it into circulation this time. The last thing Seamus needs is for everyone to know about the veiled digs, the references to mistakes of old... any that shite, really. He's got past it and doesn't need it clouding his remaining time at work.
When Dean walks by, dropping a piece of parchment on his desk surreptitiously, Seamus glances at it, seeing Pucey in gruesome, comically enhanced detail, engaged in lurid acts with the Giant Squid that Seamus is quite sure aren't physically possible.
He snickers and reaches for his wand, nearly mouthing the charm that would exact the sweetest revenge. A minute later, Seamus packs up his satchel, knowing that he'll never actually drop it into the mail slot, but the thought gives him warm shivers nonetheless.
Perhaps Dean has a bit more to offer than Seamus had originally thought...
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More to Offer
Seamus/Dean, 200 words
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Seamus shakes his head and leans back in his third-hand chair, ignoring the 'crickety-whine' of springs well past any anti-squeak charms. He sighs and glances at the clock that probably stopped working before Seamus was conceived.
He knows that the gossip-mill at the Ministry is legendary, knows this hope is impossible, but maybe Pucey's most recent passive-aggressive antics won't make it into circulation this time. The last thing Seamus needs is for everyone to know about the veiled digs, the references to mistakes of old... any that shite, really. He's got past it and doesn't need it clouding his remaining time at work.
When Dean walks by, dropping a piece of parchment on his desk surreptitiously, Seamus glances at it, seeing Pucey in gruesome, comically enhanced detail, engaged in lurid acts with the Giant Squid that Seamus is quite sure aren't physically possible.
He snickers and reaches for his wand, nearly mouthing the charm that would exact the sweetest revenge. A minute later, Seamus packs up his satchel, knowing that he'll never actually drop it into the mail slot, but the thought gives him warm shivers nonetheless.
Perhaps Dean has a bit more to offer than Seamus had originally thought...
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