@teaspoonofginger
It had been a wet and miserable summer since they’d left Hogwarts at the beginning of May and news, both good and bad, was coming in even quicker than the rain, which had been bucketing down so hard that Seamus had, on more than one occasion, worried he’d be swept away. It probably didn’t help that he’d been taking a lot of long, nighttime walks as of late, out in the storms.
One of the good bits of news he’d heard through the grapevine was that Ron had been accepted into the Auror program which, to be fair, was no great surprise. The grapevine, of course, was Ginny, from whom Seamus got all his best information. She was popular enough and well connected enough to overhear quite a lot, and discerning enough to throw out most of the tales which turned out to be untrue.
Good for Ron, he’d decided, and also, they should go out to celebrate. It was an easy decision to make, considering Seamus had spent the last couple hours trying to get to sleep and wasn’t having any luck. He rolled over in bed and checked his clock, which told him it was only half past ten, and definitely not too late to go out for a bit.
That was just about the only good thing about English pubs, in Seamus’ not so humble opinion: they tended to stay open later than the ones in his neighborhood.
With newly heightened spirits, Seamus climbed out of bed and went into his kitchen. He had a list of phone numbers taped on the wall next to their ugly yellow telephone, and he dialed Ron’s, hoping the man wasn’t already asleep.
