Partway through second year
"This is so... boring."
"What's the problem now, Seamus?" Dean Thomas layed on his stomach atop his bed as he fiddle with his muggle radio on the nightstand. Seamus had his head in his hands at his desk. His hair was a mess and he had dark circles under his eyes. "Snape is barking mad if he thinks I'm going to get this potions essay written in three days."
"Shay... it's only two pages. An owl could write it in three days." Dean rolled his eyes then went back to his radio. Seamus whipped his head around and faced his roommate. "Well I don't see you writing yours!"
"I already finished mine. I went to the library and had it done in a couple of hours." Seamus makes his typical, puffy-lipped scowl at his friend and spins back around in his chair. He snatches up his paper and crumples it into a ball. "What are you doing over there anyway?"
"Trying to get the match."
"What?" Seamus sprang from his chair and belly flopped onto the bed next to Dean. "There's a Quidditch match today?! Surely it's not the Irish team. I keep up with them so I would've know."
"No No Seamus..." Dean elbows Seamus practically off his bed and looks back to the radio. "I mean the Soccer Match." Seamus just rolled his eyes and allowed himself to slide off the bed until he sat on the floor. "Uuuuuuugh... enough with the football already. How can you even call that a sport? There is no flying, no snitch, no bludgers or beaters. Not to mention, those football players are such girls."
"Take that back!" Dean sat up and stared at Seamus who just crossed his arms, still sitting on the floor. "No... babies, the lot of them. They just lay there holding their ankle so they can get a free time out."
"It's called strategy, Finnigan!"
"It's called BORING, Thomas."
"Ugh," Dean sighs and turns his radio off. "I will admit that since coming to Hogwarts, I have enjoyed Quidditch more than Soccer but...
"Ha!" With one swift movement, Seamus has sprung to his feet. "So I HAVE converted you to the ways of the wizarding world. Of course it took me a year and a half but still, I take full credit. Well done muggle-born pupil." He patted Dean on the head and sat down at his desk. Dean simply rolled his eyes, "Just because I like Quidditch more than soccer now doesn't make you my teacher, Seamus. And... we don't really know if I'm muggle-born. I could be a half-blood you know."
"Would it make a difference?"
"I don't know." Dean shrugged and turned back to the radio but didn't turn it on. "I always wondered about my dad. I don't know if he was an athlete or a wizard or..." He let out a sigh and the room was quiet until he heard the squeak of Seamus' chair and felt the mattress bounce. Looking to his right, he saw Seamus laying there with a smirk. "You know," said the Irish one. "I can share my dad with you. He doesn't have a big exciting job, knows nothing about Quidditch and may just be a muggle... but you remind me of him a lot. He's a real practical bloke. And he's got a good one of these..." Seamus pointed towards Dean who looked down to see what his friend had motioned to. He looked back up and raised an eyebrow. "A Gryffindor tie?"
"A good heart."
Hi all! I'll be posting little shorts here and there for fun because I love these two characters. If you're looking for a deeper read, check out my Maurader's Era fanfic!