(850): When did we get so old that our friends started having legitimate children?
"Next Generation"
The fourth baby shower in as many weeks found Seamus sitting by the ancient oak tree, looking out over the vast outdoor area of Ron and Hermione's cottage home where Teddy Lupin and Victoire Delacour-Weasley were chasing gnomes, and the other guests mingled in summery clothes. He glanced up as Dean wandered over.
"Deano." He greeted with a small salute of the beverage and handed his oldest friend a bottle of muggle beer. "Enjoying the celebration?"
"It's not too bad. The food's spectacular – Mrs Weasley outdoes herself every time." Dean affirmed with a fond smile. "But it's still a little strange. I mean, Hermione Granger, know-it-all homework-helper and Ron are having a baby."
Seamus grunted in agreement. "Tell me about it. When did we get so old that our friends started having legitimate children?"
Dean laughed. "And here we are, still bachelors. We'd better get a move on, mate."
"It won't be my turn anytime soon." Seamus retorted, with a quick shake of his head. "I'm having a lovely time with the ladies, regardless of the length of our relations."
Dean looked at him for several moments, observing how the Irishman seemed to subconsciously follow a certain blonde as she socialised with the others, joining the congregation of people near the main table.
"It's going to hit you like a ton of bricks." He murmured too quietly for Seamus to hear and sculled the remains of his beer before standing up and gesturing to the growing group of people.
"Come on, bachelor-boy, let's go see what's happening."
The End.
Seamus is such a cool kid. It's mostly because he's Irish. You can't really deny it. Please, do your duty as a reader!