She rounded the corner just in time to crash into the one person she had been trying to find. She landed on the floor as her eyes took in his expression. He held out a hand, which she took while trying not to shiver at the heat that rushed through her veins at his touch but couldn't keep the blush from rising to her cheeks. If the same thing happened for him, he showed no signs of it. The boy pulled her off the floor and looked at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Come on, Bloom," he said in his Scottish accent "McGonagall needs us to rig up some explosives on one of the bridges. Says she wants them to go boom!"
The excitement in his eyes was obvious. Seamus had always been the schools expert on pyrotechnics. Whether it had been from his potions, to a feather, to his water in first year, Seamus Finnegan showed promise for blowing things up. And now he had good reason to do it. Snatchers and death eaters had the school surrounded and the remaining professors thought if their two resident pyromaniacs could take out a few of them, then causing the damage to the school was perfectly acceptable. Besides, damaging the school was unavoidable with the battle that promised to be brutal. Seamus led her down to the first bridge. She could see the army Voldemort had gathered on the other side, blocked by the force field. She followed Seamus down onto the beams holding the bridge together. He grinned at her and pulled the crystals out of a bag he had. So long as they were placed right and hit with a well aimed jinx, the bridge would explode. The two put their heads together and began to set the explosives.
They had just finished and Seamus held his hand out to the girl, helping her back up on top of the bridge. She smiled and he couldn't help but return it. There was a bright light from one of the bordering hill, and a shout to get to the castle. Just as the reached the safety of the door frame the force field gave out. Neville ran along the bridge, throwing a jinx that effectively blew up the bridge. Seamus let out a whoop of glee as Neville climbed back up the edge of the destroyed bridge. Neville grinned, and a look crossed his face before he ran off, shouting about finding someone. Seamus turned to look at the girl beside him. Her face was covered in soot from the ashes that fell around them, and if he didn't know better he would have said the ash was snow. Tiny flecks of it stuck in her brown hair, and she turned to look at him with those shining green eyes. Seamus leaned in and closed the gap between them. When they broke apart, he steadied the slightly swaying girl. She smiled at him, and he grabbed her hand and they ran to help the others. Seamus would never forget her. He would never forget watching her fight for her freedom, for her friends. He wouldn't forget running to her side as the curses hit her from both sides, cradling her in his arms as she smiled at him one last time before letting go of life. No, Seamus would never forget her. He wouldn't forget the girl he loved, his other half, his pyromaniac, his Cayden Bloom.