RP: Flight of the underpants

[rar_seamus]

Date: September 6, 1998
Characters: Seamus Finnigan, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Terry Boot, anyone else want a go?
Location: Transfiguration classroom to Great Hall
Status: Public
Summary: Catching up with friends
Completion: Incomplete

"So I says to her, fat chance o' you getting one over on ol' Seamus Finnigan, lass. Now take

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[rar_seamus]

"Nah. Just knows how to put a bird in her place." He winked, showing he meant nothing by it. He loved women, really he did....just not when they were trying to rip his clothes off for non-sexual reasons. "And can the gobshite, mate. We both know you've got balls the size of boulders when it comes to stepping up and facing danger. Though I nearly saw me life flashing before me eyes when she was clawing at me pants. Family jewels in danger, like." He mock shuddered. "Life was too bloody short, it was."

"Its all in how you bluff, mate. She thought I was scairt of her, but I's just faked it to get her distracted, like." He shrugged, playing down the fact that he hadn't been sure if she wouldn't have hexed his bits to a jar and held them ransom over a bloody piece of cloth.

"Brilliant." He bounced a bit as he moved in front of Harry, walking backwards as he talked. "We can kidnap him if it comes to that. Might be fun to do anyway, yeah? Or Dean. Wanker's been scarce." He frowned a bit at that. He'd unwound enough since the battle to not panic about Dean, but he still got tense if he didn't see him at least daily. "I've a muggle card game I wants us to play. Called bullshite. Reckon I might win?" He grinned.

[rar_harry]

"Hah, maybe, but I know not to bugger with a girl's knickers." At least, it didn't seem like the best idea. "Takes a different sort of bollocks for that." He laughed again. "Just let me know if you're needing backup in the future -- and it's likely you will."

"Neville might have to be kidnapped," Harry said, thinking how long it had been since they'd just hung out. He frowned. "Dean, too. You're living with him -- he get a girl, as well?" He glanced quizzically at Seamus and grinned. "You? Good at Bullshite? I can't imagine."

[rar_ron]

Entering the Great Hall for lunch, Ron spotted Harry having lunch with Seamus. More opportunity to observe the ill-fated Irishman, he thought as he approached the table.

"What's this about wankers and bullshite and cards?" Ron asked, smirking as he sat down. "For a second I thought you said wanking and bullshite and cards." Ron pulled a face. He'd had enough of listening to his dorm mates' bashing the bishop over the years; he was glad for his privacy now.

[rar_seamus]

"Aye. Irish bollocks." He gestured towards his crotch, laughing. "Big green ones with clover on em, not your red and gold kitties." He was Irish first, a Gryffindor second. He grimaced a bit. "Think he's gone soft in the head over Luna. Reckon he's off mooning."

"Dean's a wanker on the pull, but I'm a wanker who's got me bird." He grinned, though eyed Ron warily. He wasn't sure how it would go talking about Lav with him, since he had history there as well. "The two of you are just plain wankers. And Nev better be too." He made a face.

"Men's Night. Youse know, Cards, drinks, belching, all sorts of bullshite, including Harry-boy's balls. 'M thinking I needs to show him how to grow an Irish pair, so's he can pull with class." He grabbed a pitcher of butterbeer, pouring a glass.

[rar_harry]

"Luna, eh?" Harry lifted a brow. "Interesting, that. Anyway, we'll have to drag him off for our blokes' night. I don't think any mooning should be allowed for that." He glanced at Seamus. "You've got a bird, too?" He wondered if he was the only one who didn't, and what his issue seemed to be if he was. Was Ron holding out on him, too?

Harry gave Seamus a lighthearted punch to the arm. "You're the wanker here, mate." When Ron walked in, he sent a nod and waved him over, smirking at Seamus' words. "Yeah -- apparently Irish bollocks are far better for playing with girls' knickers -- not sure I'm into that, though."

[rar_neville]

"And Nev better be what too, mate?" Neville asked as he came in from the greenhouses after washing up for lunch. He worked a full day on Wednesday. It was easier to eat in the Great Hall than go home. Besides, he might get a chance to talk to Ginny... if he was lucky and she wasn't too busy for him again.

"And what's this about girls' knickers?" Neville blushed a bit, but thankfully kept from sniggering.

[rar_terry]

"I think," Terry said, overhearing the conversation as he passed by the table where Finnigan, Harry, Ron and Neville were seated, "he was talking about my girlfriend's knickers. Which he managed to turn into a chicken and then a turnip. I reckon he was auditioning to become McGonagall's heir, y'know?" He raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, mate, that was pretty funny. Until you stuck me and Katie together, though that had its own benefits. Good thing it wasn't a permanent sticking charm."

He bit his lip to keep from laughing. Once he'd stopped being pissed off, he had to admit Seamus' solution had been amusing. At least to Seamus.

[rar_seamus]

"Be keeping it youself, mate. He's right touchy about it." Seamus warned Harry, then snorted. "Not into girl's knickers? Mate, if I'd known youse was a shirtlifter I'd no be giving you a free show all these years." It was said in jest, but with Harry, he honestly didn't know. He'd broken it off with Ginny, after all, and hadn't had many pulls over the years. "Me and Lav? Figured you'd know that."

Nev came up and he looked at Ron quickly before saying, "Better not be on the pull like these two wankers. Thinking Ginny might mind."

He flushed a bit when Terry piped up, but spoke in his own defense. "Oi! I was practicing in me backyard. Bright red kits are a distracting target. I changed it back, didn't I? She didn't have to wail like a bloody banshee." He did a quick imitation of Katie's shrieking, ululating his voice like a yeti. "Bet you thought it was funny, prat. Never thanked me proper for that. Seeing as the only way youse can shut her gob is by snogging her senseless." He snickered.

[rar_harry]

"Bugger off," Harry said, smirking. "I'm no shirtlifter, as you call it -- I'm into girls, just not necessarily their pants." He couldn't figure much use for the actual knickers so much as seeing them on a girl or someday even getting underneath them. "Does 'Lav' know what you get up to with her knickers when she isn't looking?"

He hadn't known Seamus was seeing Lavender; but they hadn't been the best at keeping in touch lately, so maybe that wasn't too surprising. He looked at Ron, wondering if he knew that Seamus was making time with his ex. Not that it mattered, really, Harry guessed. He wasn't nearly as bothered by Neville's relationship with Ginny as he might have thought.

[rar_neville]

When Seamus mentioned Ginny, Neville sighed and looked around for her. Not seeing her anywhere, he painted on a fake smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Gin's great." Neville wasn't sure he wanted to talk about knickers and girls but he had been feeling bad about not spending more time with his mates so he gave in to Shay's love of colorful conversation.

"You seein' anyone, Ron?" He thought Ron and Hermione might be circling around something in sixth year but maybe they decided they were better off friends. Neville looked around for Ginny again, just to reassure himself she was okay.

[rar_katie]

Katie was late to the Great Hall, stopping by the bathroom on the way. She was hurrying to catch up with Terry when she heard Seamus shrieking. About red pants. She narrowed her eyes as she watched him laughing with Harry and Ron; Neville soon joining them. As she walked past them, she sent Ron a glare - he'd best not be telling Seamus about her plans. Now, more than ever, she was convinced that whatever they could cook up, he had coming to him.

[rar_ron]

Ron wondered how the talk of knickers and cards had turned into a discussion of who was going out with whom. Seamus would have to bring up Lavender, and Ron was a bit surprised about the news, but didn't feel badly about it; it had been his idea to break up with her, after all.

"You're a lucky bloke, Seamus," he said. "Lavender's a great girl. 'm not sure you deserve her, but she can always toss you out if you bollocks up." He looked at Neville, who seemed a mite uncomfortable with all the talk about pulling and knickers and such. Good. Ron didn't want to think about Neville thinking about his sister's knickers. He noticed Katie walking nearby; she was shooting him a glare that would kill a Basilisk, and he knew exactly why. There was no way he was going to blab, though. He was looking forward to whatever she planned to do to Seamus.

"Nope, not me," he said. "Free as a bird. Not really looking right now either, y'know? Been a bit too busy with other stuff to worry much about birds."

[rar_terry]

The situation was a bit weird, Terry thought. Seamus was going out with Ron's ex-girlfriend, and Neville was going out with Harry's ex, and all these blokes were sitting around and joking about girls and knickers and just being teenage boys, which they'd not really had any chance to do last year. So it was nice to just hang out at lunch and shoot the breeze like normal teenagers, complete with the shifting romantic entanglements of kids their age.

"Lavender is a great girl," he agreed, ignoring Seamus' comments about Katie. He'd not mentioned the chicken knickers affair at work; it would've made him either laugh or want to hex Finnigan and it was easier to just avoid the topic. "And she makes great bread too. Bet Finnigan knows which side his bread is buttered on, yeah?"

Katie had passed by them a moment earlier, and Terry had given her a sly look, hoping he could catch up with her later on.

[rar_seamus]

"Lav loves what I get up to with her knickers." Seamus said with a leer. He looked at Ron. "Been waiting for her to realize it, but so far she's mad for me." He preened a bit, pleased to have such an understanding and hot bird.

"Got to work on that, mate. Bird makes some of this school shite that much better, yeah, Terry?" He directed the remark towards the Ravenclaw who'd both saved and set him up that weekend. He snickered at Terry's remark. "Aye, so's I do. So do you, if your fast work with Bell's any indicator. You lads know Boot here's got himself a red bird, in more ways than one?" He winked. "She's a fair banshee, but I bet that just makes her better when youse get her alone, aye?" He was teasing, easy enough to do with a bunch of blokes.

[rar_ron]

Ron didn't miss Seamus' leer. "You are so full of shit, Finnigan," he said, pouring himself some pumpkin juice. "Dunno if Lavender would appreciate the way you're running your mouth 'bout that stuff." At least when Ron was going out with Lavender, he'd not walked around talking about how she was putting out for him. Of course she hadn't actually done that anyway, but it still annoyed him that Seamus was bragging. If any of it was true.

[rar_seamus]

Seamus gave him an injured look. "I'm hurt I am. We've an equal opportunity relationship, like. She can brag as much about me as I do her all she likes." He fixed stuff on his plate. "Sides, we both know how lucky I am, so what if the rest is shite? She knows I adore her." He knew he and Lav made, well, not nearly enough sense, but it didn't make any of the rest not true. Just cause Ron got his knickers in a twist didn't mean he knew what they had. Besides, Ron never had the balls to really lay one on Hermione like everyone knew he'd been wanting to for years, so he was hardly an expert on what made it work with a bird.