I'm going to try and post new chapters every Monday from now on. I'll try to find a continuous time, but it might just be whenever I can.

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Jeff is Embarrassing

Dean POV:

I was super excited when I read the letter. I mean, I always had fun at Camp Cheval,

but I always missed Seamus too. Camp Cheval has 5 day camps and 3 day camps on the weekends yearlong. It had everything-horses, archery, ball games; it even had a shooting range. I always helped with the horses. I loved them. I've been riding horses since I was 5. I started volunteering at the camp at the beginning of fifth-year after I'd volunteered for a week of the summer. My mom had sent a letter to Professor Dumbledore telling him that as long as my grades were at an A average, I could go any weekend that I chose. The camp director is a wizard, so I usually floo into his office using Dumbledore's fireplace.

"Hey Dean," Seamus called to me, "should I pack for warm weather or cold weather?"

"Well," I thought, "Considering it's November and winter's come early this year, I'd say

pack for snow."

"K," he replied and we both continued packing. We finished packing 5 minutes before I promised Professor Dumbledore that I'd be in his office. We shrunk our bags, put them in our pockets, and ran to Dumbledore's office.

We arrived at the gargoyle statue panting, "Acid Pops," I gasped at the gargoyle. It opened and Seamus and I quickly stepped onto the staircase as it moved up. I knocked on the door and heard, "Come in." I opened the door and we both walked in.

"Ah, you made it," Dumbledore said from his desk, "I was beginning to worry."

"Sorry we're late Professor," I said quickly, "It took us longer to pack."

"Totally understandable," he said, eyes twinkling. I swear it's magic, "You better get a move on."

"Right," I said and took my luggage out of my pocket, Seamus doing the same next to me. We both unshrunk our luggage. We wouldn't be able to do it at camp, because we're both underage and aren't allowed to use magic outside of school. I went first, so that I would be able to introduce Seamus to Jeff, the camp director, when he came through.

I grabbed some floo powder, threw it into the fireplace, stepped in, and said, "Camp Cheval!" I hated traveling by floo. It always made me feel sick. I came out and Jeff caught me. A second later, there was a whoosh and Seamus was stepping out of the fireplace, looking dizzy.

"And who are ye?" Jeff asked Seamus in his irish accent.

"Jeff, this is my best friend Seamus," I said, gesturing towards Seamus, "And Seamus, this is the camp director, Jeff."

"Nice to meet ya Seamus," Jeff said, "Dean's told me all about ye."

"Really?" Seamus asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I blushed.

"Yea," Jeff continued, completely oblivious to my obvious discomfort, "He won't stop talking about ye. It's always Seamus this, Seamus that."

"Ok," I said loudly, "That's enough Jeff. I'll just show Seamus to the trailer, then we'll head down to dinner. I'll show him how to handle the horses in the morning."

"Good," Jeff said, "Don't forget ter say hi ter Chad and Kaylin."

"I know," I said impatiently, pushing Seamus out the door.

"Come on Seamus," I said as soon as the door was closed. I pulled him toward a golf cart that I used whenever I came to the camp. It's a lot faster than walking and now that I'm 16, I can drive it.

"Is that one of those golf carts that you keep telling me about?" Seamus asked.

"Yep," I said, "Get in. The trailer is just up that hill. We can put our stuff inside, then head down to dinner where you can meet Chad and Kaylin. They're the people who usually care for the horses."

"Cool," he said, "Let's get going."

I would like to thank SB- Potterhead Budgie Lover for reviewing. Thank-you to everyone for reading and please R&R. I would like some constructive criticism as well as things you liked about the chapter. Just, please no bad words or hate on me because you don't like the ship. Thanks.