Simply Magical

Brave

In the style of Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas

"What do you think of Vane?"

"I think I want to marry her," Seamus said seriously. He and Dean exchanged amused glances before laughing quietly. From behind scarlet curtains, moonlight filled the room with a silvery glow. Spiked obscurities punctured the walls and the shadowed faces of sleeping boys.

"That's what he said," Dean tentatively shook a packet of Bertie Bott's Every-Flavour Beans which Seamus and he had been working their way through all night. Taking a tiny bite of blue one which turned out to by ink, Dean offered one to Seamus. A fist plunged into the packet and Seamus grabbed a handful, pouring them into his mouth. "That's disgusting," Dean said and, in case Seamus should open his mouth, dived behind a barrier of pillows.

"It's brave," Seamus thumped his chest proudly. "It's bold, it's… I think I just had a piss flavoured one."

There was silence as Dean processed the statement and Seamus searched around his mouth for the offending sweet. A greenish-yellow one was extracted from between molars and the two leant over it with an air of gleeful revulsion.

"Well," began Dean. "It certainly looks rank enough."

"And they are every flavour," said Seamus doubtfully. "Have it," he pushed the blob towards Dean and then flicked it so that it bounced off of Dean's forehead.

"Seamus!"

"What?" Seamus laughed as, rubbing his face, Dean scowled at him.

"You flicked a piss flavoured sweet at me. A piss flavoured bean!"

Seamus nodded, chewing slowly.

"Yeah, I did." Seamus said thoughtfully. "You should feel honoured, I don't do that to just anyone."

"I feel flattered," grumbled Dean, sometimes he couldn't remember quite why he was friends with Seamus. Standing, Dean began towards the bathroom intending to brush his teeth. Seamus spoke up from the floor;

"You look stupid," why was he friends with Seamus?

"Thank you," said Dean and with a rather forced smile, aimed a kick at Seamus' head.