Chapter 4: In Real Life- Seamus Finnigan's House
"Mum, dad, for the last time. I. Am. NOT. GAY."
The Finnigans were a quiet and respectable family, and they loved their son very much. Of course, when a distant cousin had told them that Seamus was gay, they'd been concerned. And just as naturally, they wanted to do what was best for him. Where this information had come from, and whether it was reliable, did not cross either adult's mind.
So before he knew it, Seamus found himself sitting in his living room, encouragement and acceptance he did not need or want thrust upon him.
His dad smiled lovingly.
"Seamus, we completely support in your lifestyle choices. And you don't have to tell us anything. We still love you son," he finished, with tears in his eyes.
Seamus felt his frazzled self-control give a little more. The end was near. "Dad, I swear, I am NOT gay. Really."
Seamus's mom choked a sob, her teary eyes gazing at her son fondly. "Oh Seamus, we just want you to be happy. And love can come in many forms." She turned to Seamus's father, who was wearing a similarly sickening expression of understanding and acceptance. "Tell him darling."
Seamus began to rise from the chinz chair he had been imprisoned in for the last hour as he tried to reason with his parents. "Tell me what?"
Seamus's father beamed. "We will always have a place for you here Seamus, and any of your lovers. Just give us prior warning so that we can set up a bedroom for you two."
Seamus stood deathly still for a moment. His broad Irish shoulders shook with the effort of his self-control. It didn't last. "You idiots!" he screamed at his hopeless parents and stormed from the room.
When he was finally safe in his room, he locked the door and sank onto his bed, exhausted. Arguing about one's sexuality with one's parents was trying enough... having them NOT believe you when you said you weren't a homosexual was worse. Not that Seamus had anything against gay people. He just wasn't one. "Is it so wrong not to want to be gay?" he muttered moodily as he switched on his laptop. He glared at it as it started up. "This. Is all your fault!" He pointed accusingly at the screen.
"You... you and your stupid fanfiction. Why is Seamus always gay? Why is it always the Irishman?" He shook his head. "Bloody racism, that's what it is. Stupid Muggles, with their oversexed imaginings." He cast a dark glance at his locked door. "And stupid parents, with 'well-meaning' friends of the family!"