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Season of the Wolf

Chapter 3

The Grove

           Cill Fhion'ain was green. Ireland is green to begin with, but Lavender was taken aback by the sheer amount of the color. Everywhere there were trees and shrubs, and what wasn't green was a riot of color, as flowers were blooming from practically every plant they passed. She and Seamus had popped back into existence in an alleyway off a side street. They left the alley, and walked hand in hand down the small street lined with houses. She saw that the locals took a great deal of pride in their gardens; roses did particularly well in this part of southern Ireland, and almost every garden had a superb display.

           "Wow, Shay. These would embarrass my dad, and he fancies himself quite the rose man," she said as they passed one especially proud row. "These blooms are as big as both my fists together, and no sign of bugs. How do they do it?"

           "Dunno. Me mam might. She does a fair bit o' gardening. 'S one of the things we do here to pass the time, even have a greenhouse at the family place."

           "Does it have a name, your family's house?"

           "They called it The Grove for a long time, but I just call it home. The Brits tried to kick us off once, back about two hundred years ago, didn't work out for them so well."

           Lavender laughed. "I can imagine. Sorry about that."

           "Ah, I won't be holding your lineage against you," he said, and kissed her hand.

           "So how far is it?"

           "About a mile; the walk's nice. We just go out o' town this way on the cottages road here, and then up the hill a bit. Had a bicycle as a kid, and came down here all the time."

           "I always wanted a bike, Mum wouldn't let us though. She was afraid we'd do what she did."

           "What'd she do?" he asked.

           "It was her first bit of strong accidental magic," Lavender said with a grin.

           "Made it fly, did she?"

           "Yes," she said smiling broadly.

           "I did as well, I think I'll like your mam."

           "She'll love you," she said earnestly. Lavender's mother had been very worried that she would never find any man that would willingly keep company with her if they knew what she was. That Seamus brushed off Lavender being a werewolf as trivial would thrill her mother.

           "Well that's one down then. Just your sisters, brother, and father to go," he said with a grin.

           "Yes, well what about your family. How are they going to react to me?"

           "Mam will be like a police detective, I already warned you about that. Mike won't care, he'll just want to beat me up, and dad…"

           "Beat you up?"

           "Yeah, well he's older and bigger, and Mam won't let me use magic to defend meself as he's a Muggle."

           "He does that a lot?"

           "It's his favorite pastime, you know - punch me real hard and act like I'm over reacting 'cause it hurts." He chuckled a little. "Then Mam'll say, 'Oh, grow some skin, Seamus'. 'S fun really," he said with a strong note of sarcasm.

           Really, Shay. Well I'll just have a little chat with this brother of yours. Lavender thought. "You don't think they might be a little nicer if you've got a guest?" she said.

           "Suppose we'll find out. They don't actually know you're coming."

           "Oh, that's nice. I'm sure that'll please your mum," she said, sarcastically.

           "Don't worry; you're probably the only thing about me she'll like."

           "So they don't know anything about me?"

           "Mam reads the Prophet, but I don't know if she'll remember any of the stories about you."

           "I should have never talked to Skeeter," Lavender said bitterly.

           Seamus took both her hands and turned to her. "That was the bravest thing, Lav. Talking to her while you were still so hurt. I was so proud to know you. We all were."

           "Bitch called me 'tamed'. I really wanted to hurt her when I read that."

           Seamus hugged her. "Nobody's ever gonna tame you, are they?"

           "No."

           "Good thing to know," he said, and they both laughed

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           The lane led out of the little group of houses they were in, and wound up a tree covered hill. They occasionally passed driveways and paths that led to secluded cottages in the woods. At one of these Seamus stopped.

           "We're here," he said, and led her down the path toward his ancestral home. "Me Mam's family has been here for centuries. She was the only one left though, when she married me dad. Her brothers and sisters had all moved out o' the country."

           "Where to?" Lavender asked.

           "Mostly the States. Four of 'em live in Ohio, three in Wisconsin, and one lives in Vancouver, Canada."

           Lavenders eye’s widened in wonder. "You have eight aunts and uncles?"

           "Hey, we're Irish. C'mon, let's get this over with," he said smiling. They opened the travel bag and brought out their robes. When they had donned the more traditional garb for a wizarding party, Seamus took her hand and led her up the path.

           The Grove was beautiful. The house stood among a stand of very old trees. Like most of the old houses in the area, it was made of rocks. Thousands had been stacked, chipped, and fitted into a rather large building. Its wood framed windows looked out over a small lawn and into a woodland paradise. A tent was on the lawn and festive decorations hung from the eaves. As Seamus and Lavender approached, a large, redheaded man emerged from the tent and shouted Seamus's name.

           "Me brother, Mike," Seamus said.

"Seamus, you young punk," he said as he approached. "You didn't tell us you were bringing a guest, and a beauty you brought with you too." Mike looked Lavender up and down in a way she knew all to well. "Why's a beauty like you hanging around with me loser of a brother?"

           "Oh, I suppose that being dead sexy, a war hero, a strong, confident man, and fantastic kisser makes up for it," Lavender said without hesitation.

           Mike stammered to respond, and then drew back to deliver a withering punch to Seamus arm. "You punk," he said as he started to swing.

           Lavender had anticipated this and had palmed her wand. With a quick flick and a silent incantation, Seamus's robe hardened. It rang like a bell when Mike's fist impacted against it.

           "Ow, Christ Shay," he shouted. "I think I broke me hand. You're not suppose' to use magic against me,"

           "He didn't, I did. Give me your hand," Lavender said. She took Mike's hand and cast the healing charm. "So, you won't be playing these stupid, macho, bullshit games while I'm around. Do we understand each other?"

           Mike looked at her in stunned wonder. "Nice pickin', Shay." He turn to Lavender. "Have you met our mam yet?"

           "Just arrived, Mike," she said as she slipped her hand from Seamus's and linked arms with Mike. "Care to introduce me?"

           "Really good pickin', Shay," he said with an honest smile. "Right this way."

           I think I'm in love, Seamus thought, and then laughed as he quickened his step to catch up.

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           Mrs. Finnigan was a tall thin woman with graying red hair and an air of total control about her. She stood in the middle of the tent flicking her wand at the decorations. She changed the color of a balloon here, the twist of a ribbon there until she was sure the effect was exactly to her liking. Lavender recognized her mannerisms. Her maternal grandmother was very much the same, perhaps even harder edged, and Lavender smiled to herself. I know just how to handle you, she thought.

           "Mam, Shay's here, and look what he brought along," Mike said as they entered the tent.

           "Typical," Mrs. Finnigan muttered. "He couldn't have been bothered to let us know. Well, welcome anyway. Margaret Finnigan," she said, and held out her hand to Lavender.

           "Lavender Brown," Lavender said as she took Mrs. Finnigan's hand. "We'll be no bother. May I help with the decorations?"

           "Oh I'm almost done. Just the flowers left," Mrs. Finnigan said dismissively.

           "Then allow me," Lavender said, and with a swish of her wand she summoned a few flowers from the box in the corner of the tent, a vase from another, and blue ribbon from a pile on a table near the flowers. The vase landed on the table in front of her, the flowers lowered themselves into the vase and the ribbon tied itself into a bow on the front of the vase. "Not quite," she said to herself. After a second of consideration she waved her wand at the vase and the number "25" appeared running up the ribbon, and embossed on the glass of the vase. "Better. Is that acceptable, Mrs. Finnigan?"

           The corner of Mrs. Finnigan's mouth twitched toward a smile. "Yes, very nice. Lavender is it? Your name sounds familiar."

           "I was in the Battle of Hogwarts with Shay. Perhaps you saw my name while you were reading about your son's heroics," she said.

           Mrs. Finnigan's hands flew to her hips. "Heroics! Foolishness more like. He should have been home and safe, not risking his life. You teenagers think you're immortal. None of you knew what you were facing," she said hotly.

           Lavender smiled sweetly and in a soft voice said, "Oh you're very wrong there Mrs. Finnigan. We all thought we were going to die that night, but we were willing. Harry needed time to defeat … Him, and we gave him that time. Your son killed five Death Eaters in single combat that night, including Rabastan Lestrange, and he saved my life. No, your son is a hero in every way, Mrs. Finnigan."

           Seamus stared at Lavender, too stunned to speak, while Mike stood and spluttered. No one dared to talk to their mother like that.

           Mrs. Finnigan gathered herself to her full height. "Saved your life, did he? A likely story! How'd he do that then?"

           Seamus had never heard her tell the tale, and Lavender's voice went flat as she spoke.

           "I was in the entry hall battling with the Death Eaters when one of them collapsed the stairs I was standing on. I fell three floors to the rubble, and broke most of the bones in my body. Then I was attacked by another Death Eater." Lavender spoke without emotion.

           Mrs. Finnigan's eyes widened.

           "Hermione Granger blasted him from me. Seamus gathered me in his arms and ran to where the wounded were being treated. Madam Pomfrey said if I had arrived even a few seconds later I would have died." All the sweetness had left Lavender's voice and the cold hard edge to it sent a chill down Seamus's back. "Your son is a hero, Mrs. Finnigan. That's the end of it."

           Mrs. Finnigan was silent for a moment as she collected herself. No one had spoken to her like that in thirty years.

           Lavender felt a very familiar prickling in her head. She looked into Mrs. Finnigan's eyes, and smiled. I spend a good deal of time with the most powerful Legilimens alive. She's taught me Occlumency, and you're not even close to her league, so BACK OFF!!! Lavender thought at her.

           Mrs. Finnigan's eyes went unfocused for a second and she staggered back a pace.

           The older woman's demeanor changed almost immediately. The swiftness of it took Seamus and Mike completely by surprise. Mrs. Finnigan smiled broadly. "I see why she's the only one of your girls you've brought to meet me, Seamus. None o' the rest been stout enough, eh son?" she said as she winked at him. "Shieghly!!!" Mrs. Finnigan shouted.

           A pretty woman, obviously Seamus's much older sister trotted into the tent. "Yes, Mam?" she said, and then she noticed Lavender. "Oh, g' afternoon."

            "Me daughter, Shieghly," Mrs. Finnigan said. "Shieghly this is Lavender, Seamus's friend. Do up the rest of the flowers just like this vase here if you please, and then place one on each table. Seamus, Mike, you two get down to the cellar and fetch up two cases of the wine, and make it some o' the good stuff. I'll be taking Lavender on a look round the house and grounds." The three stood and gaped at her. "Well get to it, we don't have all day." They snapped out of their stunned silence and hurried off to perform their assigned tasks.

           "Shay told me you'd be a 'commanding presence', Mrs. Finnigan. He wasn't joking." Lavender smiled at her.

           "Seamus hasn't been round much the last little while. I hope that changes. I have you to thank for today, don't I?" Mrs. Finnigan said as she led Lavender toward the house.

           "Possibly," Lavender replied. "He was concerned. He doesn't like getting beaten up by his brother, and he feels you don't approve of anything he does." This is how you do it, Shay. Hit her right between the eyes with the truth.

           Mrs. Finnigan smiled broadly. "You and I'll get on just fine I think. Don't take any guff, do you?"

           "No, Mrs. Finnigan, I don’t."

           "Good!"

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           Mrs. Finnigan was very proud of The Grove. She showed Lavender the ground floor, with its large kitchen, sitting room, dining room and study. The upper floors were bedrooms. Lavender recognized Seamus's instantly - the Kenmare Kestrels poster on the wall was a dead give away. Mike's had all the trappings of Muggle life. A computer and a television sat in one corner, and football fan magazines littered the bed.

           "Mike needs to be cleaning this up. I'll be having a word with him about that," Mrs. Finnigan said.

           "My brother is a Muggle too. Mikes' a Muggle, not a squib, right?" Lavender asked.

           "Aye, it's rare that you know the difference. How do you know then?"

           "My family is actually pure blood," Lavender said, "but my brother Rowan has no magic at all – not even enough to detect the presence of a Dementor, like a Squib would be able to do. They showed us the difference at St. Mungos when my parents took him to be tested. My family treated him differently after that, and it wasn't a nice childhood for him, but he turned out alright in the end."

           "It's hard for a magical family to embrace their Squib or Muggle child. A witch can look on it as a failure on her part. I didn't feel that way though, and we never treated Mike any different than the other two," Mrs. Finnigan said proudly.

           "Seamus doesn't talk about his brother and sister. Why's that?" Lavender asked as they came back down the stairs.

           "Shieghy's ten years older, and she went to Beauxbatons. They really never knew each other until recently. Mike and Seamus have had a fighting way for so long I don't know if they'll ever stop," she said flatly.

           "They won't be fighting today," Lavender said with a smirk.

           "I heard a bit of a ruckus just before you came to the tent. Was that you?"

           "Yes. Shay told me at lunch that Mike enjoys hitting him, and I thought I might school him a bit. Hope you don't mind." Mrs. Finnigan smiled at her as she sat on a couch in the sitting room and patted the cushion beside her.

           "What'd you do?" Mrs. Finnigan asked in a conspiratorial tone.

           "Just a quick Duro on Shay's cloak," Lavender said with a wink as she sat next to her. "I fixed Mike's hand for him after, and told him we would have no more of that while I was around."

           "I'm liking you more and more, Lavender," Mrs. Finnigan said while she patted Lavender's hand. "You think Seamus is a hero, do you? I suppose he might just be. You're right, I don't approve of what he's been up to lately. He's just been hoboin' around, not looking for a job, living with friends, not coming home. He needs to be getting on with his life. Finding a career, a home, a wife maybe?" she said and pointedly looked at Lavender.

           "This is our first date, Mrs. Finnigan " Lavender told her. "I've known Shay a long time, and we've been friends all that time, but lately he's really grown up a lot. He's not the child you remember. He's a man, and a good one. Whether we have a future together or not remains to be seen, it depends on a lot of things, but I can see us being really good together, if it works out."

           "You mean if his family don't mind him marrying a werewolf?"

           Lavender drew up. "Yes. That's one thing," she said curtly. "When did you figure it out?"

           Mrs. Finnigan smiled. "About five minutes after you told the tale. Lavender Brown … you were the one bitten by Greyback, the one Skeeter interviewed."

           "Yes."

           "Oh don't be mad, I'm not judging you. You’re different than the rest. Skeeter hinted at it in her story, but I'll wager there's a fair bit more that she don't know," Mrs. Finnigan said softly.

           Lavender relaxed. "There is. My friends saved me. I told her a small part of it, but not the whole story."

           "Does Seamus know everything?"

           "Oh yes, Mrs. Finnigan. Everything." Lavender spoke with conviction. "He's one of the few men who do."

           "Will you be telling me?" Mrs. Finnigan asked with a raised eyebrow.

           Lavender smiled "I'll make a deal with you. If Seamus brings me back with a ring I'll tell you the whole tale, nothing left out, how's that?"

           Mrs. Finnigan smiled broadly. "That'd be grand Lavender. The boy could do far worse than you, that's for certain." Just then the clock chimed five, and Mrs. Finnigan rose from her seat. "The guests will be getting here shortly, and we should be setting out the feast. D'you mind helping me in the kitchen for a bit?"

           "Not at all, I know my way around a kitchen pretty well."

           "That'll be a help then," Mrs. Finnigan said as she led Lavender toward the kitchen. "Sheighly's a bright girl, and wicked good with potions and books, but not so helpful when it comes to cooking"

           "Um, Mrs. Finnigan, it just occurred to me that if Sheighly's ten years older than Seamus, and this is your twenty-fifth anniversary…"

           Mrs. Finnigan laughed. "Sheighly's from me first husband, he was killed shortly after she was born."

           "Oh, I'm sorry," Lavender said.

           "It's alright, girl. That was a long time ago. I still miss Angus from time to time, but my Franklin has been as good a man as a woman could want, and I do love him. He took on Sheighly as his own, and he never treated her any different than Michael and Seamus."

           "Where is Mr. Finnigan?"

           "He's off collecting his Muggle family. They'll be here in a few minutes. Here, help me get the food out to the tent, and we should be right on time to greet them." Mrs. Finnigan said as she began to levitate a few large pots from the stove. "These'll go out to the serving table and sit on the stones. If you could get the platters in the cooling cabinet that would be a fine thing. It's that one," she said pointing to a large cabinet in the corner.

           Lavender opened the cabinet and recognized the feel of the cooling charm. Several large platters of cheeses, vegetables, and meats sat on the shelves. She pulled her wand, and cast the levitation charm on the platters, maneuvering them through the kitchen and out of the door behind Mrs. Finnigan. Levitating the pots before her, Mrs. Finnigan led Lavender across the lawn to the tent. Mike and Seamus sat at one of the tables, and Mike was regaling Seamus with a tale of a recent date.

           "And then she stands up and gives me friend Daniel a dig right in the face before storming out o' the pub," he said as he rolled with laughter. "Daniel was right fit to be tied. She never found out it was my hand on her knee and not his."

           "Ah, Mike, you are a wanker sometimes." Seamus said as he too laughed. "Sally still doesn’t know, then?"

           "Nah, and don't you be telling her neither."

           "I won't," Seamus said as he spotted his mother and Lavender coming into the tent.

           He shot Lavender a worried glance, but she smiled back at him and mouthed, "It's okay."

           Mrs. Finnigan lowered the pots to the stones set on the food table to hold them, and Lavender floated the platters into position on the table flanking the pots.

           "Nicely done, Lavender," Mrs. Finnigan said.

           "Thank you," Lavender said as she replaced her wand in its holster on her thigh.

           Mrs. Finnigan caught sight of one of Lavender's scars, and she raised an eyebrow. "He hurt you badly, didn't he?"

           "Not as bad as Ron and Neville hurt him," Lavender said with a grim humor.

           "I just wish I'd have been there for that," Seamus said as he came up behind Lavender, and slid his arm around her waist. "She knows then?"

           "Yes, Seamus, I know. Did you think I wouldn't figure it out?"

           Seamus laughed. "Oh I knew you'd figure it out, Mam. I just thought it'd take more than twenty minutes."

           "Figure what out?" Mike said.

           "It's a personal matter between Lavender, Seamus and me, Mike. When it's time for you to know, you'll know, so leave it be," Mrs. Finnigan told him firmly.

           Just then a loud bang sounded from just outside the tent. Lavender and Seamus reacted automatically. Their wands flew from their holsters into their hands, Seamus shoved his mother and brother behind him, and he and Lavender both dropped to one knee, side by side and ready for battle. It happened so fast that Mike and his mother barely saw them move before Lavender and Seamus were scanning the lawn for danger.

           "Christ, Shay," Mike exclaimed. "We're safe. It's just Dad and Elric comin' back with the Finnigan side."

           A group of people were dropping out of the sky blue oval of a Portkey into a heap on the lawn. A few were laughing children, most were older men and women, and one very elderly couple was being gently lowered to the turf by a large man with a flowing mane of curly red-blonde hair.

           As Seamus and Lavender rose from their battle crouch Mrs. Finnigan patted Seamus on the shoulder. "That was impressive, son. How'd you get so quick?"

           "It's all we did, Mam," Seamus said in a haunted tone. "All o' seventh year, we'd go to class, learn what we could, and then meet up in the Room O' Requirement and practice and drill."

           "Neville built us into a proper army, Mrs Finnigan." Lavender said as she stowed her wand. "That's why Seamus is so good. We all are. As I said, we all thought that we'd never live to finish. The front line of the war ran straight through Hogwarts, and we were on that front line. Every Gryffindor and Hufflepuff sixth and seventh-year was in the DA by the second month, most of the Ravenclaw sixth and seventh eventually joined, and we even had two Slytherins for a bit."

           "Before they were found out," Seamus said sadly. "That was a bad day, when we lost Charles and Denny."

           "Why haven't you told us this, Seamus? You never talk of that year, or the battle - none of it," said Mrs. Finnigan.

           "None of us do," Lavender replied for him. "It's a hard memory. Hogwarts wasn't the same, it was like a prison. Most of the professors tried to help as much as they could, while the Carrows and Professor Snape did their best to beat us down. It didn't work," she said with a smirk.

           "I'd like to hear more, if you're willing," Mrs. Finnigan said. "Some time, not today, but soon, if you would, son."

           "And me, Shay," Mike put in. "Lavender says you're a hero. I'd like to know what you did for her to say that," he said as he patted Seamus' shoulder.

           "We both will," Lavender said to them and turned to Seamus, "Alright, Shay? She deserves to know."

"If you're willing to listen, yeah," Seamus said to his mother and brother.

           She drew him into a hug. "'M sorry, Seamus, I shouldn't have been so critical of you. You were doing the right thing." She squeezed him harder and whispered in his ear, "I was just so scared o' losing me baby, that's all."

           A stout man, with graying red hair, was standing at the entrance to the tent and smiling broadly. "Now there's a sight to make a man happy," he said.

           "Franklin, come and meet Seamus's friend Lavender," Mrs. Finnigan said with a broad smile.

           "Franklin Finnigan," he said and held out his hand.

           "Lavender Brown," she said taking it. "Shay, you never said you look so much like your dad."

           "The boy's cursed, that's for sure. Got me hair, me nose, me bad teeth, good thing he got Margaret's thin nature or he'd be too ugly to bear," he said as he rubbed Seamus's head.

           "I think you are both very fine examples, myself. What do you think, Mrs. Finnigan?"

           "Too right you are, Lavender." Mrs. Finnigan said as she took her husband's arm. "Modesty doesn't become you, Franklin. You're a fine Irishman, just like your sons."

           "Love is blind, eh Seamus," he said, winking to his son.

           "Um, well we'll see Dad," Seamus stammered.

           "Lavender," he said and paused, thinking, "I remember that name for some reason. You've mentioned her before, is that right Seamus?"

           "Lavender was in my year and in Gryffindor, Dad. I took her to the Yule Ball the year o' the tournament. I'm sure that's what you remember," Seamus said.

           "Yes, I do remember that. We've a picture here somewhere from the ball. Have to dig it out later," Mr. Finnigan said. "Michael, Seamus, help me with the family, would you please?"

           Mr. Finnigan and his sons left the tent and soon the rest of the newly arrived family members started to wander into it. The tall, thin man with the red blonde hair strode up to Mrs. Finnigan. "Afternoon, Margaret, is Sheighly near?"

           "Lavender, this is me son-in-law, Elric. Elric this is Seamus's friend, Lavender," Mrs. Finnigan said as Elric took Lavender's hand. "Sheighly is in the house somewhere."

           "Good to meet you, Lavender," Elric said smiling. "You'll excuse me while I find my wife?"

           "Of course," Lavender replied.

           Lavender raised her eyebrows at Mrs. Finnigan who laughed at her expression. "He is a tall handsome one at that, isn't he girl?"

           "Your daughter chose well then?" Lavender asked with a shrewd look.

           "Aye, took me a bit to say it. He was so handsome I was afraid for her," Mrs Finnigan said, and Lavender nodded understanding exactly what she meant. "But Elric's as good a man as I could have hoped for her. Well, looks as if everything's ready and the guests are arriving, I believe I'll round up me husband and dress for the night."

           "Is there anything more I can do for you?" Lavender asked.

           "No, I'll send Seamus to you when I find the boys."

           Seamus found her a few minutes later. There was a hustle and bustle and too many introductions to count. Mrs. Finnigan's side of the family, the McNearneys, began to appear. Seamus and Lavender eventually stopped flinching every time the pop of Apparition sounded, and Mike shot his brother a sympathetic glance when he noticed. A small group of wizarding folk was whispering and nodding towards Seamus. Lavender recognized the behavior all to well. They recognized him from all the press about the war, and sooner or later they were going to quiz them about it. Quicker than Lavender anticipated, one of the younger men broke away from the group and walked up to them.

           "I'll take this one, Shay," Lavender whispered in his ear.

           "You're Seamus they tell me, I'm your cousin, Kirin. You were in the battle o' Hogwarts, Dumbledore's Army. Don' look so tough to me though," he said, smiling.

           "I wouldn't press your luck, Kirin," Lavender said. "Shay's as tough as they come, and if you mess with him, you mess with me." She patted his cheek once, twice, and on the third time her wand flew from its holster into her hand, and was wedged under Kirin's chin before he realized anything was happening.

           "Ah, don't toy with the poor lad, Lavender," Seamus said, grinning. "He don't know what he's stepping in." He looked to Kirin. "Tell me little fan club over there if they want questions asked, then ask 'em, but I'll tell you, all you're gonna get is that we were there, we fought, we won, and you're free because a lot of our friends died to make it so. Anything else you need to know?"

           Kirin's eyes were wide and stunned. He was looking from Lavender to Seamus, taking in the cold calm he saw there. "Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to offend. You value your privacy then?"

           "We're here for me mam and dad. Happy to spend time with the family, and hoist a few with you, but we don't wanna talk about the war, fair?"

           "Fair, Seamus," he said. Lavender lowered her wand and Kirin held out his hand to Seamus. "Underestimated you, probably wasn't the first, was I?"

           "No, Kirin, just the luckiest," Lavender told him, and patted his cheek again.
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