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Who: Seamus Finnigan Liam Neary
Where: The Ministry
When: June 26th, 2007
Status: Completed
The owl was waiting for him when he got home the night after leaving his boss on the ground. As much as he hadn't wanted to kill the man, Seamus was satisfied with the ending. Had the man been alive, the specter of him would've haunted Seamus's movements, dogged him and a spotting of him would've ended with Seamus dying as well.
It was for the best and Seamus was pragmatic enough to know that. The only thing Seamus now worried about with it was that it might affect his friendship with Dean. There was a confusing morass. They'd regained friendship so quickly from that brief encounter in the street to now. Then again, perhaps the constant headaches were payment enough for regaining a friend.
The owl pecked his hand and brought him back to the here and now. When he opened it, a dainty hair fell out. The letter from Parvati was charmed to look like an invitation to dinner but, when he cast the spell she'd coded into it, shimmered into a map of where he needed to go and an apology that that was all the help she was able to give. They were still watching her so it was more than he'd expected.
He missed Parvati, missed the light flirtations and the teasing. He missed her fierceness and the smell of her hair. Holding the letter to his nose, he walked to the window where they'd celebrated the new year together and breathed in the scent. Such a mild exotic scent that he wouldn't ever be able to not think Parvati to.
Falling asleep while memorising the map, Seamus's dreams were a confusing mix of Dean and Parvati and Hogwarts. So much teasing and laughter there even in the midst of fear. He remembered the fight with Harry, the harsh words and the raised fists. Why he'd thought to raise his fists instead of his wand escaped him but that small gesture reinforced the fact that he hadn't meant permanent harm. It also reinforced that he wasn't a Death Eater, wasn't meant for this world. He could remember Hermione shushing him and Dean in the middle of a class and then the feather exploding in front of him. Wingardium Leviosa floated in his dreams until he woke.
Rubbing at the back of his neck and then shifting to his temples, he quickly got ready for work and then spent a day gossiping with his coworkers over the Daily Prophet article on the death of his boss. Everyone was abuzz with the audacity of the Order and the way that the man had died a hero, protecting the Wizarding world from that group. Seamus nodded and added his own theories about what the Order could've been doing at that amusement pier.
It was a long tedious day and it looked to be an even longer night as Seamus stayed until everyone else had left. Ducking into a rarely used closet, he dumped the hair into the Polyjuice and then changed his clothes. Exiting as Parvati, he made his way into the Department of Mysteries where very few people were still around.
Excuses about forgetting to check if an alignment would be important to her predictions, he wove through the department until he reached the door to the library. It was short work to enter the room but it was much longer work to locate the book. There, far above his head, he caught the gleam of gold off the spine of the black book. Looking about, he couldn't find a ladder or another way getting up there to pull the book from the shelves. Muttering curses under his breath as the precious time ticked away, he looked down to the sight of Parvati's dainty hand and remembered it on his arm, tracing the Mark. From there, his memory flashed to his dreams and then he seized on the idea.
"Wingardium Leviosa," he cast and the book levitated, shifting off the shelf and then floated down to him.
Seamus secured the book at the base of his spine and then walked out, calling good-byes to the ones that called to him. In the lift, his features shifted and then he was Liam once more, exiting the lift and heading out to Apparate to his flat.
Where: The Ministry
When: June 26th, 2007
Status: Completed
The owl was waiting for him when he got home the night after leaving his boss on the ground. As much as he hadn't wanted to kill the man, Seamus was satisfied with the ending. Had the man been alive, the specter of him would've haunted Seamus's movements, dogged him and a spotting of him would've ended with Seamus dying as well.
It was for the best and Seamus was pragmatic enough to know that. The only thing Seamus now worried about with it was that it might affect his friendship with Dean. There was a confusing morass. They'd regained friendship so quickly from that brief encounter in the street to now. Then again, perhaps the constant headaches were payment enough for regaining a friend.
The owl pecked his hand and brought him back to the here and now. When he opened it, a dainty hair fell out. The letter from Parvati was charmed to look like an invitation to dinner but, when he cast the spell she'd coded into it, shimmered into a map of where he needed to go and an apology that that was all the help she was able to give. They were still watching her so it was more than he'd expected.
He missed Parvati, missed the light flirtations and the teasing. He missed her fierceness and the smell of her hair. Holding the letter to his nose, he walked to the window where they'd celebrated the new year together and breathed in the scent. Such a mild exotic scent that he wouldn't ever be able to not think Parvati to.
Falling asleep while memorising the map, Seamus's dreams were a confusing mix of Dean and Parvati and Hogwarts. So much teasing and laughter there even in the midst of fear. He remembered the fight with Harry, the harsh words and the raised fists. Why he'd thought to raise his fists instead of his wand escaped him but that small gesture reinforced the fact that he hadn't meant permanent harm. It also reinforced that he wasn't a Death Eater, wasn't meant for this world. He could remember Hermione shushing him and Dean in the middle of a class and then the feather exploding in front of him. Wingardium Leviosa floated in his dreams until he woke.
Rubbing at the back of his neck and then shifting to his temples, he quickly got ready for work and then spent a day gossiping with his coworkers over the Daily Prophet article on the death of his boss. Everyone was abuzz with the audacity of the Order and the way that the man had died a hero, protecting the Wizarding world from that group. Seamus nodded and added his own theories about what the Order could've been doing at that amusement pier.
It was a long tedious day and it looked to be an even longer night as Seamus stayed until everyone else had left. Ducking into a rarely used closet, he dumped the hair into the Polyjuice and then changed his clothes. Exiting as Parvati, he made his way into the Department of Mysteries where very few people were still around.
Excuses about forgetting to check if an alignment would be important to her predictions, he wove through the department until he reached the door to the library. It was short work to enter the room but it was much longer work to locate the book. There, far above his head, he caught the gleam of gold off the spine of the black book. Looking about, he couldn't find a ladder or another way getting up there to pull the book from the shelves. Muttering curses under his breath as the precious time ticked away, he looked down to the sight of Parvati's dainty hand and remembered it on his arm, tracing the Mark. From there, his memory flashed to his dreams and then he seized on the idea.
"Wingardium Leviosa," he cast and the book levitated, shifting off the shelf and then floated down to him.
Seamus secured the book at the base of his spine and then walked out, calling good-byes to the ones that called to him. In the lift, his features shifted and then he was Liam once more, exiting the lift and heading out to Apparate to his flat.