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Chapter 1
Written by The Moo
Dedicated to Renie
"It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was howling, hailstones rattled against the window pane. Lightning flashed, illuminating the murky darkness. Thunder rumbled, punctuating silence of the Gryffindor Common Room. Dean Thomas threw down his quill in frustration, on the brink on suicide…"
A large textbook hit Seamus squarely on the head. "Stop giving a running commentary of my life," Dean snapped, "You'll never get your essay finished that way, and neither will I!"
"Ah, but it doesn't matter in the course of the universe," Seamus answered, "In two thousand years do you think someone will be reading a history book and say, 'oh, how disappointing, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas didn't hand in their homework in 1993."
"Oh, shut up Seamus!"
"But if I don't talk, I might explode into millions of pieces, and you'd have to clean up all the blood and guts and gore and that."
"Seamus, for one minute in your life, can you be serious?"
"No," he answered, with an infuriating grin.
"Just till I finish this essay and study for the potions test?" Dean pleaded, through gritted teeth.
"Potions test? What potions test?"
"The one tomorrow."
"Do we have a potions test tomorrow?"
"Don't you care about anything, Seamus?
"Yes, course I do. I'm understanding and sensitive, and caring, and… What made you think otherwise?"
"Cos you're always so bloody happy! Even when you've got a potions test tomorrow and an essay you haven't even started! It's not fair! And you don't have to put up with annoying siblings, and…" Dean suddenly stopped, realising he'd gone too far. Seamus was staring intently at the floor, his usual grin gone.
"Siblings aren't that bad," he muttered, sounding like he was about to cry.
"What? You haven't got any siblings. How would you know?" Dean asked him, not meaning to sound so unsympathetic, but wanting to know what Seamus was talking about.
"I had a brother."
"What?"
"Nothing," Seamus answered, suddenly sounding angry, "I'm going to bed!"
Seamus stormed off up to the dormitory, leaving Dean with a lot to think about.
