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[west_ham_artist]

The holidays had been very boring, Dean Thomas feels, even with the vast brood of smaller Thomases that their West Ham terrace was always bursting at the seams with. Stuck in the centre of Muggle London with no news of the war the Wizarding World is attempting to fight, and not allowed owl post because of the vast press of Muggles all around (that

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[kindalikecurry]

"You can't ask me that. It's such a huge decision to make, I couldn't possibly." Seamus tried for 'grave.' It just came out chirpy. "Fish and chips?"

[west_ham_artist]

Dean laughs, nudging him in the direction of the nearby tube station (totally not touching for the sake of touching, nope).

"Right, mate. C'mon, there's a really great place a couple of stops away."

[kindalikecurry]

"Such a long way." Seamus makes a show of wiping his brow and sagging. "Slavedriver, you are."

[west_ham_artist]

Dean elbows him.

"Yeah, yeah. You countryfolk got no idea of how to cope with a city, admit it."