*~A new story, yay! This one is a bit different, it doesn't include Harry,
or Hermione, or, Ron, or Kylie. It has the lower people in Harry Potter,
the ones that don't get much attention. I'm so excited! (~*
Dean Thomas lay fast asleep, sprawled over the covers of his bed. As the sun rose, it splattered his room with golden sunlight and one bleary eye opened. Dean rose out of bed, rubbed his eyes, and surveyed his ordinary room. Although Ron Weasley and many others at Hogwarts would think the room extraordinary, you and I wouldn't give a second glance at it. There was a bed in the corner opposite the door. Next to it was a bedside table on which was a digital alarm clock and a "muggle" photo of his family in France. There was a dresser leaning against the opposite wall covered in various trinkets, and a closet next to it, the doors shut tightly. There was a bookshelf crammed with soccer magazines and player biographies underneath a single paned window. Countless shelves covered the walls and posters of famous soccer players plastered every inch of wall space. The only unordinary thing about the room was an unopened trunk at the foot of his bed, almost half the size of the bed itself. Dean struggled out of bed and lumbered over to the dresser. Yawning, he pulled out a wrinkled pair of jeans, a West Ham t-shirt, white socks, and red polka dot boxers. After he dressed, he slowly walked down the stairs, (why did they seem so long today?) and turned into the kitchen. His mother and father were sitting at the round table, sipping tea and enjoying fried eggs.
"Why, there's my man! Gosh, you'll be moving out soon, won't you son? My, how the time flies," his father remarked.
Dean remembered that he had graduated a week before. It was all a blur of crying, hugging, laughing, and waving goodbye. There was a private feast for the graduates, where special awards were given out to people, the food was more delicious then it ever was, and Dumbledore gave a speech about the journey they have been on since the day they arrived at Hogwarts to now. With a happy jolt he realized that Seamus had rented an apartment in London and invited him to stay. When he informed his parents of this, they encouraged him to go.
"So, when do you want to leave to go stay with Seamus?" his mother choked. She wasn't thrilled with him leaving, but she greatly supported his decision.
"Well, I'm all packed; I think I may just move in today!" Dean said thoughtfully. With that said his mother burst into tears and fled from the room. His father patted his arm.
"Don't worry about her. She was the same way for your sister, but she got over it. Although she may take a longer time, you know you're the youngest. But you do what you want. As a matter of fact," he stood up, "I'll help you."
Dean smiled weakly, "Thanks dad."
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Three hours later, Dean knocked on Seamus' door, the last box of things in his arms. He could have done the entire moving process in less than an hour but his father was so hung up on helping that half of the work had to be done by hand and not magic. Seamus opened the door and looked relieved.
"Finally! You're done, right? Okay, good. Just give that to me and I'll put it in your room, everything else is already unpacked, (it only took a minute!) and all that's left is for you to arrange it," Seamus said.
After Dean had arranged his room, Seamus and he went out for a walk. They passed a soccer field where a game was being played and (with much persuasion from Dean,) they went down to the field to watch. It was fourteen year old girls, and the game was extremely exciting. Both teams had excellent skills and wonderful mental decisions. But what really caught Dean's attention was the assistant referee on his side.
*~Mwahaha! Cliffhangers again! I will never stop with them, never!~*
Dean Thomas lay fast asleep, sprawled over the covers of his bed. As the sun rose, it splattered his room with golden sunlight and one bleary eye opened. Dean rose out of bed, rubbed his eyes, and surveyed his ordinary room. Although Ron Weasley and many others at Hogwarts would think the room extraordinary, you and I wouldn't give a second glance at it. There was a bed in the corner opposite the door. Next to it was a bedside table on which was a digital alarm clock and a "muggle" photo of his family in France. There was a dresser leaning against the opposite wall covered in various trinkets, and a closet next to it, the doors shut tightly. There was a bookshelf crammed with soccer magazines and player biographies underneath a single paned window. Countless shelves covered the walls and posters of famous soccer players plastered every inch of wall space. The only unordinary thing about the room was an unopened trunk at the foot of his bed, almost half the size of the bed itself. Dean struggled out of bed and lumbered over to the dresser. Yawning, he pulled out a wrinkled pair of jeans, a West Ham t-shirt, white socks, and red polka dot boxers. After he dressed, he slowly walked down the stairs, (why did they seem so long today?) and turned into the kitchen. His mother and father were sitting at the round table, sipping tea and enjoying fried eggs.
"Why, there's my man! Gosh, you'll be moving out soon, won't you son? My, how the time flies," his father remarked.
Dean remembered that he had graduated a week before. It was all a blur of crying, hugging, laughing, and waving goodbye. There was a private feast for the graduates, where special awards were given out to people, the food was more delicious then it ever was, and Dumbledore gave a speech about the journey they have been on since the day they arrived at Hogwarts to now. With a happy jolt he realized that Seamus had rented an apartment in London and invited him to stay. When he informed his parents of this, they encouraged him to go.
"So, when do you want to leave to go stay with Seamus?" his mother choked. She wasn't thrilled with him leaving, but she greatly supported his decision.
"Well, I'm all packed; I think I may just move in today!" Dean said thoughtfully. With that said his mother burst into tears and fled from the room. His father patted his arm.
"Don't worry about her. She was the same way for your sister, but she got over it. Although she may take a longer time, you know you're the youngest. But you do what you want. As a matter of fact," he stood up, "I'll help you."
Dean smiled weakly, "Thanks dad."
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Three hours later, Dean knocked on Seamus' door, the last box of things in his arms. He could have done the entire moving process in less than an hour but his father was so hung up on helping that half of the work had to be done by hand and not magic. Seamus opened the door and looked relieved.
"Finally! You're done, right? Okay, good. Just give that to me and I'll put it in your room, everything else is already unpacked, (it only took a minute!) and all that's left is for you to arrange it," Seamus said.
After Dean had arranged his room, Seamus and he went out for a walk. They passed a soccer field where a game was being played and (with much persuasion from Dean,) they went down to the field to watch. It was fourteen year old girls, and the game was extremely exciting. Both teams had excellent skills and wonderful mental decisions. But what really caught Dean's attention was the assistant referee on his side.
*~Mwahaha! Cliffhangers again! I will never stop with them, never!~*