drowning my sorrows [SEAMUS!]

[ronald bilius weasley]

It had been a long month for Ron Weasley. Their last fight brought them to shambles, and Ron was a wreck from it. Not only did he see her every other day, since they shared the same flat still since neither was willing to move out, but there were rumours that she was seeing someone else. Ron thought it was just a break, they there were taking some time and then, as always, they would get back together. Because there was no denying that he saw his future with Hermione, but apparently she didn't see that sort of future anymore. And Ron was serious affected by it.

He couldn't really remember what their fight was about, but he was sure it had something along the lines of Harry and Ginny's wedding. It wasn't like Ron didn't want to marry Hermione, because he absolutely did. He just had this sort of check list you see. Sure, they had a apartment together, but he wanted to be able to offer her a real salary, becoming a real Auror in a few months time would get him that, and to be able to afford their first home. There was no way he was carrying Hermione over the threshold of their apartment (because he was definitely traditional like that), he wanted to get them a nice home. That's what he expected to have before he married her. Harry and Ginny, they wouldn't have that problem.

So why was Ron in Ireland you ask? Not only was Ron throwing himself into work to get that promotion he desperately needed, but to avoid Hermione at all costs. He had taken the job of hunting down a low-graded danger in Ireland because one of the higher ups had asked all the in-training Aurors who wanted it. In hopes of getting recognized, Ron had jumped to the chance. It was a pretty lame afternoon, he followed the guy around from place to place to see if he was doing anything illegal and he didn't until he robbed some women's person. Ron had chased after him and pinned him down, giving the purse back to the girl before bringing him down to the local police station. Apparently he had lost his wand, so he was pretty useless now.

Useless was a key factor here. Ron felt just like that as he entered a pub called the Happy Pig. For some reason it sounded familiar to him, like he had heard it back in the day, when he was still at school. He didn't really care, all he was interested in right now was getting piss loaded like he did sometimes when he was particularly feeling down. Like today, because he hadn't heard or seen anything from Hermione in over three days. He waited at the barstool, checking his pockets for Muggle money before the bartender came up. He rather stay in Ireland, far enough away from England, just for a little while longer.

STATUS?! complete!
WORDS?! 494
TAGGED?! seamus
NOTES?! its icky D:
OUTFIT?! grey t-shirt, navy sweater, jeans.
CREDIT?! weegie made this :] but text - folieadeux of caution 2.0

[seamus patrick finnegan]

Seamus had been having a pretty good day. Seeing Ginny had reassured him that the friendship they had formed two years ago during the war was a real one, not a temporary bond resulting from mutual suffering and shared goals. And to day was a Friday – Seamus liked Fridays. On Fridays, his mother went to visit her parents in Clare, and he and his father spent the whole day together in the kitchen, singing Irish songs and trying new things with the stew. All the regular patrons of the Happy Pig knew that Friday night was the loudest, busiest, most cheerful night of the week – although you might get unlucky with your dinner, if Seamus and Patrick’s experiments had gone wrong.


Today had been especially nice because at lunchtime, his cousin Colleen had come in and announced that she was going to have a baby. Seamus had sixteen first cousins, seven of whom were married, all living in or near Seamus’ village. Colleen’s baby would be the ninth of the new generation. The ninth new Finnegan, Seamus’ father would say, although since all of Seamus’ cousins were the children of his father’s sisters, actually none of them were Finnegans. At any rate, everyone was happy about the baby, and Seamus couldn’t feel gloomy amidst such a celebration.


Even had he tried to avoid the good cheer, Colleen would have stopped it when she pulled him aside to inform him that he would be the chosen godfather. Seamus protested at first, arguing that he was a mess, and in any case Colleen had four brothers to choose a godfather from, and her English husband, Tom, had two of his own. Colleen had said only that there would be plenty of other children in the future for her brothers and brothers-in-law to spoil, and if Seamus didn’t think he would make a fit godfather he’s better shape up.


At any rate, Seamus was humming and smiling as he came out of the kitchen to man the bar until another cousin, Conor, showed up for the dinner shift and Seamus could return to cooking. This early in the evening, the pub was nearly empty, although Seamus could see that someone was already sitting at the bar, rummaging in his pockets for money. Someone familiar…was that Ron? What was he doing at the Happy Pig? Seamus pushed aside the uncomfortable thought that Ron had been asked by Ginny to check up on him. Ron looked as if he were in need of cheering up himself, so he couldn’t be on a mission to cheer up Seamus.


“Ron, mate, nice to see you!” Seamus said, summoning his good mood back to make his grin convincing. “What brings you to my pub?”



word count: 463
tags: Ron

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