Bloody Bad Timing, Seamus.

[irishgent]

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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[johnny_rockfort]

Johnny was behind him.

"Well, that's new." He laughs, quite a bit. "Is that what you guys do now on the old continent? Swear in latin?"

Yup, yet another muggle.

[irishgent]

Seamus whirled around, training his wand on the guy's chest before he could process what he was saying.

"Right... Swearing..."

Muggle, shit.

[johnny_rockfort]

Muggle from the future, actually.

"Yeah, right. I'm really afraid of that thing."

Johnny puts his hand in his pocket - he has a flick knife in there, not that it would be any use against magic, but.

"Look, I don't mean you any harm - so put that thing away and let me give you the lowdown."

[irishgent]

Seamus bit back a laugh at the knife. He'd forgotten how warped muggles' views were of what was dangerous and what wasn't. He carefully put his wand away, anyhow. In easy reach, of course.

"The lowdown?"

[johnny_rockfort]

"Yeah. The lowdown. You're itching to know what the hell just happened to you, I bet."

[irishgent]

"... It would be helpful, yes."

[johnny_rockfort]

Johnny pulls out a cigarette and lights it up, even bothers to offer one to Seamus wordlessly.

"Well. It's called the Estates - doesn't look like there's any kind of government to it, and people come before or after their deaths, from various points in the history of humanity."

[irishgent]

Seamus took the fag gratefully, taking a drag.

"You do realize that makes no sense, right?" Who the hell was Seamus to talk? Hadn't he just been fighting a man in a black cloak and a mask with a tiny bit of wood?

[johnny_rockfort]

Johnny doesn't know about the Death Eater, but he certainly knows about the wood stick.

He chuckles. "Dude. You threatened me with a drumstick. C'mon."

He takes another drag. "Where you from, anyway?"

[irishgent]

"Swords, Ireland," Seamus replied with his thick accent and roguish smirk. "Just north of Dublin."

[johnny_rockfort]

He nods. "So I hear. You a musician?"

[irishgent]

"Er, not bloody likely," Seamus laughed. "At least, not while I'm sober. Give me a nice firewhiskey and maybe we'll see."

There wasn't a lot Seamus wouldn't do while drunk.

[johnny_rockfort]

"That can be arranged." He grins - Johnny likes his liquor. "A bud and I will be throwing a party, soon enough - open house. But anyway, until then... " A head tilt.

You're getting a welcome daycap.

[irishgent]

Seamus perked up, interested at this.

"You mean there's a place I can get a good drink around here?"

[johnny_rockfort]

"Easy enough. This one's on me - and I'll tell you how as we go."

He keeps walking.

[irishgent]

Seamus followed after, eager for a good drink. He was Irish.