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Author's Note: I'm feeding my inner Elle right now by proving that it's not hard to write a triad.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 15); MC4A (Year 4)
Individual Challenges: Gryffindor MC (x3); Magical MC (x3); Ship Sails; In a Flash; Bucket Listing (Y); Zed Era; Lovely Triangle
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 15 – Assignment 04
Subject (Task No.): Divination (Task#1: Write about someone expressing their emotions through some sort of art.)
Other Hogwarts Challenges: Yearly Scavenger Hunt [74](OTP having/adopting a child); 365 [273](Only Gryffindors); Fantastic Beasts [50](a pregnancy); Auction [D24-A3](Seamus/Lavender/Dean)
Other MC4A Challenges: AU [4C](Barber/Hairdresser);Ship (Boom Boys)[Bingo (2C - Sharing Food/Drink)]; Chim [Loride] (Royal Purple; Gender Bend; Thieves/Assassins AU); Fire (Minimalist); Garden [Citrus Scents (Hand Feeding); Citrus Sale (Pillow/Cushion); Fruit Stand (Licking)]
Representation(s): Seamus Finnegan/Dean Thomas/Lavender Brown
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: n/a
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: HoSE (Schooner); FR (Gestation; Satisfaction); LiCK (Tansy; Poppy); TY (n/a); CM (Yogin)
Word Count: 490 words

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Malt Balls & Painting
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It was not a glamorous life that the three of them had built together after figuring out that they were soulmates. Seamus' demolition company only saw the occasional contract, which was rather stressful no matter how lucrative those contracts were when they happened. Dean was just barely starting to gain a following in the art world, mostly thanked to his barista gig where he drew quick sketches on the to-go cups during the down times. Most of their income came from Lavender's home business of doing people's hair, particularly protective styling or elaborate styles for special events.

Luckily, Seamus' parents had given them a furnished cottage as a bonding present, so they did not have to worry about rent. They also did not have to worry about utilities, as everything in the cottage ran off of magic or the electrical power generated by their solar array and windmill. At a pinch (as they tried to do it sparingly so they did not draw attention to what they were doing), they sold their wizarding money for the weight of the pure metals contained within. Hilariously, the knuts often fetched the most per ounce, as copper was in higher practical demand than silver or gold.

It was enough to keep them comfortable, even as Lavender's pregnancy progressed and she had to take time off to rest. It allowed them to have moments like this where all three of them could lounge in bed, sharing a bucket of different flavored malt balls as well as gentle caresses and sweet kisses. Seamus was propped up against their headboard, mostly reclined on a mountain of pillows. Lavender laid against him, her head cushioned high enough on his stomach that she could hear the comforting sound of his heartbeat if she turned her head just slightly.

Dean knelt between Lavender's spread legs. He had a palette of hypoallergenic body paints balanced in his off hand. With careful strokes, he was painting the great swell of her stomach. She had been complaining about the advancement of her gravid state had made her ugly and swollen when Dean had come up with this idea to show her the beauty that he still saw in her as she carried their first child into the world. With every stroke, he expressed his love and awe of her, and not just his own but Seamus' as well.

Seamus reached into the bucket of malt balls and picked out a few of the royal purple ones that signified that they would be flavored like pomegranates. Like Hades giving tribute to Persephone, Seamus offered them to Lavender. Feeling indulgent, she allowed him to place them one by one in her mouth. Dean's paintbrush jerked unexpectedly to the side when she sucked a bit of the coating that had melted from Seamus' fingers.

Lavender grinned around the fingers still in her mouth.

Maybe she count entice them into a different expression of their love.