Bloody Bad Timing, Seamus.

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Maybe Seamus shouldn't have tried tackling such a dubious looking Death Eater by himself. Maybe Seamus should have stayed with the group. Maybe Seamus should have studied his Defense Against the Dark Arts a little more, but maybes and should-haves wouldn't really do him a whole lot of good at the moment, now would they?

"Fuck!" he swore to no one in

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And there was Michelle, smoking a fag (she only ever smoked when she was feeling something - desperation, in this case - extremely). She had never felt any interest in Harry Potter, so she merely looked at him amusedly, eyebrows raised.

"Well."

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Seamus whirled on the girl, his wand pointed at her chest and his heart threatening to beat out of his chest in fear.

"Who the fuck are you?!" he demanded, shouting at her. He had to get back to Hogwarts! He had to help Harry! "What in the bloody hell have you done?! Why did you bring me here?! Where am I?!"

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"Save it, fanboy," Michelle drawled out, stomping out her cigarette. "You're nowhere near where the fuck you want and need to be."

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What?!

"Do you have any idea what you've just done?" Seamus asked through gritted, angry teeth. "My friends could all be dying right now, and I can't do a fucking thing about it so you'd better fucking send me back to Hogwarts right now or I'll hex into a billion pieces."

Not that Seamus knew how to do that. Why the hell didn't he try just a little harder in school?

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Michelle snorted and shook her head.

"You don't understand. I haven't summoned you, or whatever. I want out of this place and I honestly don't want you."

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Seamus gripped his wand tighter, his his other hand clenched into a tight fist. He quickly looked over her, checking for her wand. She didn't seem to have it out.

"What the fuck are you talking about."

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"No fucking way out to your magic place." Sarcasm of course. Michelle assumed he was referring to some oddball convention of some sort.

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"Fuck!" Seamus shouted, almost ready to throw his wand to the ground but he knew that wasn't a good idea. 'Constant vigilance!' or so that loony Mad-Eye Moody would tell him.

"Why should I believe you?"

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"Because I'm the only one here? Because I'm quite sane and you're not? Because you're yelling and I'm speaking calmly and rationally?"

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"What do you mean I'm not sane?" Seamus asked her incredulously. Then it dawned on him. Muggle.

"... Fucking cocksucker, I'm in deep shit."

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"Too right you are."

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Seamus shoved his wand back into his pocket, panicking a little.

"You didn't see anything," he told the girl. "Not a fucking thing, okay?"

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"Right."

That would be Michelle rolling her eyes.

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"... Right," Seamus repeated, looking a little panicked. Either way, this girl clearly couldn't be the reason he was here now. "I don't suppose you have any idea what going on here, do you?"

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"Not a fucking clue," Michelle sighed, rubbing her forehead. She resisted the urge to pull out another cigarette.

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Seamus let out an exasperated sigh, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"You wouldn't happen to have an extra one of those, would you?"