Stairs and Freckly Irish Boys
Rating: K
Disclaimer: You'd barely guess that this was from the world of HP&JKR, but it is!
Seamus held back a giggle.
He'd received the package the previous day from his wonderful best friend from back home. This was not exactly the food of Kings but Ash had it sent to him via his Auntie in Blackpool – so this was one well-travelled object.
Trying to discretely have his hand inside his cloak without looking dodgy, Seamus ran down all the staircases, apart from the staircase by the Lady Shortstuff where you had to do a jig back up to the fourth stair otherwise you'd find yourself on the other side of the castle. Going through the large oak doors that lead into the Grand Hall he jumped as an owl sailed too closely to his head – and in doing so nearly dropped his precious gift.
Creeping up to the unsuspecting boy, the Irish Lad went,
"Ta-da!!" with the biggest, freckliest grin you'd ever did set your eye upon.
Harry looked at the Palace of Westminster and after a half double look he slowly turned his body to face Seamus, rolling his eyes. "I'd never thought you'd stoop so low, mate."
For on the table was a bottle of HP sauce.
A/N: Yes, it's' short. But I enjoyed typing every word! lol - anyway, my brain needed a break from revision... it is melting... :-)