𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔡 / 𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 !

NAME: Seamus Padraig Finnigan

AGE: 40 (12th April 1980)

GENDER: Male (he/him)

SPECIES: Wix, Halfblood

OCCUPATION: Owner & Proprietor of FINNIGAN’S - an Irish bar straddling Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley.

ALLEGIANCES: Neutral/Pro-Government, the Syndicate

A woman once told Seamus that fire ran through his veins, and he thought perhaps that Firewhiskey was more apt. A rogue, a rover, a rambler; there wasn’t much about Seamus people didn’t know. Between his easy smiles and quick fists, he was an open book, and if you asked there wasn’t much he wouldn’t tell you, though most of his opinions were straight from his mother’s mouth. Seamus has never put too much stock in politics. He can still hear the gunfire and the reports of deaths on the border, the Troubles never quite leaving him no matter how far he strayed from home, no matter how many other wars he fought. Politics always ends in warfare, that’s what he’s learned. Hermione’s doing a cracking job, in his opinion, doing the best with what she has, and if anyone asks about his political leanings, that’s what he’ll tell them. What he won’t tell them, however, is that he’s starting to feel scared. He started buying from the syndicate in the early days of running the pub. The Leaky Cauldron was his biggest competition, so to compete he bought booze from them, stronger proof stuff and self cleaning optics, at first, but it went on to imported alcohol, bought on the sly to avoid the duty fees he couldn’t afford. It stayed that way for a while, and business was booming as he hoped, so when the Syndicate asked him to sell a few illicit substances to a few select customers, he agreed- he wanted to keep things sweet and he was only the middle man, and it had brought no trouble to his doorstep as long as he was discreet. However, in the wake of the Quibbler’s expose, he’s finding it harder to say no, and despite his allegiance to his classmates and friends, he’s sitting on the knowledge that more than one piece of muggle technology has passed through his pub, and hopes no one finds out.