A/N: Just many short vignettes, a challenge, to do a Seamus/Parvati. Woo Woo. Dedicated to Solarsism because this challenge was from her (she's a lovely writer…go see her work!)
'It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.'
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Disclaimer: All goes to the very rich (granted, very talented) JK Rowling.
Title: First Past The Post
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She sighs and grabs her trunk from the train. He watches her. She looks back at him and smiles a very wobbly smile.
"Patil, right?" He looks down at her shoes. Scuffed ebony with jade bows.
"Parvati," she says, "it's...Parvati."
They are children now, just eleven, ready to embark on the journey of a lifetime. Hogwarts. He doesn't have many friends, 'cept Dean and Dean just talks about sports which has never been very fascinating to Seamus.
"Seamus," he says finally and extends a hand, "it's...Seamus."
She drops a lavender book, wet with silver ink, and he eagerly picks it up. She looks at him oddly and quickly grabs it from his prying hands.
"It's a diary, Seamus," she says shortly with a roll of her scarlet eyes, "and you mustn't read it."
"Oh right!" He says, very embarrassed-like as he moves towards a big man, Hagrid. "They want us...over here..." he gestures to the crowd.
"We aren't sheep, Seamus."
"We could be," he says with a weak grin.
And even though they are not sheep, he looks like he knows his way, so she follows him.
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