Prompt: Caged Hopes (#570), sad.
Seamus Finnigan
He was dating Ginny Weasley. And it was hard at first, when the strange burning had started up in his stomach, the fury that forced his hands to clench every time he saw them together.
Seamus wasn't sure what was wrong with him. Or perhaps he was lying to himself.
Like he lied to himself about the fact that the reason he couldn't draw his gaze away from Oliver Wood was because the older boy was such an excellent Quidditch player.
But the anger that was really an extension of jealousy, faded away leaving in its place something hollow... something broken and sharp.
Seamus wasn't sure he'd ever felt sad before.
Life at home wasn't exactly easy. He wasn't really sure his father had ever acclimated to the fact that both he and his mother were magical, and the old man liked to drink. Of course, he wasn't abusive, at least not physically. Nor really verbally. But the fights were always loud, and in some way or other, it always came back to magic.
But even so, Seamus hadn't really cared. That was simply his life. To him it was perfectly normal and he was quite aware, at least going from rumors, that he probably had it much better than Medea Runcorn and Sophie Roper.
But this... this ache in his chest was new and certainly persistent.
Seamus wasn't sure why. He'd put that bird Hope in a cage long ago, even before he knew what he was hoping for. Even before he realized what his best friend really meant to him.
But now the bird was dead in it's cage, and Seamus thought that left a hole somewhere inside him.
Because even if he had a chance in hell with Dean, Seamus wasn't sure he would take it.
That's just one more identity marker that he didn't need his father to know about. Things could really only get worse.
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