Title: Everyone Loves An Irish Perspective

Author: searching4romeo

Summary: Lavender's not happy and it's up to Seamás to cheer her up.

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Lavender sat in the tiny patch of shade her beach umbrella offered and glared out at the people around her, all of whom were enjoying the unusually sunny Irish weather. In the distance, she could see Parvati and Dean splashing at the water's edge, their golden skin taunting her from afar. Angrily, she seized the bottle of suntan lotion for the third time that morning and proceeded to coat her arms in it. She was so involved in the activity, that she didn't notice the approaching shadow that preceded Seamás Finnegan.

He knocked the umbrella askew as he settled down beside her, earning a shriek as she set it to rights, her slippery hands making it hard to find purchase. His eyebrows raised as the full weight of her glare was directed at him.

"What's got your knickers in a knot this time, Lav?" He asked tactlessly, shifting slightly out of her reach. "Sure the sun is splitting the Conemara rocks, what have you to be pouting about?"

Lavender bit back an angry retort as Parvati's distant laughter reached them and settled instead for a despondent sigh. "What am I going to do, Seamás? I'm hideous!"

Startled by that declaration, the Irish boy was momentarily lost for words. "Well... uh, you don't look so bad to me."

She looked up hopefully, so he continued. "N'fact, you look damn near cute."

Lavender's face fell and she hid it in her hands. "I don't want to look cute, I want to look stunning! How come Parvati gets the perfect tan and I get..." she took her hands down slowly "- these?"

A handful of freckles were scattered across her nose and cheekbones. Seamás had already noticed them over breakfast. Dean had accused him of blushing then, but he blamed sunburn and got away with it. Now however, pink cheeks were threatening again. He had to say something before she noticed.

"And what's wrong with freckles?" he demanded, conscious that his own face was entirely covered by them.

Lavender paused, realising her mistake, but didn't bother to try and hide it. "They're... blemishes." She looked so forlorn that Seamás thought she might cry.

"Hey now," he said, in an overly optimistic tone. "You got it all wrong, they're not so bad. You know, in Irish, we don't have a word for 'freckles'. We call them 'pógaíní gréine'. It means 'little sun kisses' see, cos that's what they are. Don't feel bad just because the sun loves you more than 'Vati."

She looked dubiously at him but he raced on.

"You've got Irish blood in you, you should be celebrating! Besides, I hear they're all the rage in... um, Milan?"

"Really?" Lavender's eyes lit up as Seamás nodded vigorously. "Oh Seamas, that's the sweetest thing..."

She launched herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, sending the umbrella flying in the process.

Neither of them noticed.

A/N: I can't get onto the Internet easily anymore, but I made a special effort to get this story and two more up, all of which are dedicated to Ishe-Leigh. Petal, if you're reading this, I did try and get them to you by post, but I'm not sure if they made it. Anyway, I hope you like 3