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Season of the Wolf

Chapter 6

Moonday

Lavender woke and stretched. Moonday. She was still amazed at how good she felt on these days. Her senses were keener than ever, and her wolfself was prancing inside her, ready to play tonight. "Keep your knickers on, dear, we'll be out at the circle soon enough," she said to herself. The smell of bacon and eggs was filling her, and her stomach gave an appreciative groan. There was another, quieter scent, and she smiled. "Not that old, are we, Margaret," she said, and giggled. It wouldn't do to tell Seamus what his parents had been up to the night before, but oh, it was tempting. She rose and dressed quickly, after casting a cleansing charm on her intimate apparel.

Seamus. There was a smile she just couldn't suppress when she thought of him. They had stayed in the garden well past midnight, talking some, snogging a lot, and getting to know each other in a much more intimate way than they ever had before. He was a spectacular kisser. She didn't mind that he had learned it from a series of girls, because he had made it very plain that he was interested in pursuing something much deeper with her, and that was just fine with Lavender. Seamus Finnigan was a catch, and he didn't know it.

She heard the conversation in the kitchen long before she entered.

"Bacon for you son?" she heard Mr. Finnigan say.

" 'Course, Dad, and Lav 'll probably want a good bit too. Had a little snack last night from the —" He dissolved into laughter.

"Wa's so funny Seamus?" his father said.

"Ah, you had to be there Dad," he said regaining himself.

Lavender came up behind him and whispered "doggie bag" in his ear, and he dissolved into hysterics again.

"Must be pretty funny," Mr. Finnigan said as he smiled at Lavender.

"Shay's right, you really had to be there, Mr Finnigan," she said, giggling herself.

Seamus took her hand and kissed it. "Sleep well, love?"

"Very well; it's so quiet here. I'm used to London, and my family's place in Suffolk. Out here there's no traffic noise or trains, it's just the wind in the trees. Slept like a baby," she said as she took the chair next to Seamus.

"I don't sleep well away from home for just those reasons," Mrs. Finnigan said as she entered the kitchen. "Would it be to Irish o' me to say mora na maidine dhuit, Lavender?" she said with a laugh.

"Not at all," Lavender chuckled. "Seamus has got me used to it. He's full of them."

"Hey, I’m not that full ‘o blarney," he said pulling a face.

"Much," Lavender said looking to his mother. They both broke into giggles.

"How d'you like your eggs, Lavender?" Mr. Finnigan asked.

"Soft, if you please, Mr Finnigan."

"Me name is Frank, or Franklin if you prefer. Me dad is Mr Finnigan.," he said.

"And I'm Margaret, Lavender," Mrs. Finnigan said.

"Yes, Mrs.… Margaret," Lavender said blushing. "Will Mike be joining us?"

"He rode his motorcycle back to the tree farm last night," Mrs. Finnigan said. "Even with all the charms I put on it I still worry a bit about him on that blasted contraption."

" 'S no worse than a broom, Mam," Seamus put in. "She don't like us on either, really," he told Lavender with a grin.

"Well the two of you have landed yourselves in this kitchen with a few broken bones 'cause o' both o' 'em," Mrs. Finnigan said as she cuffed Seamus lovingly on the back of the head.

"He crashed with me on the back once three years ago, and I paid him back about a year and a half ago by hitting a tree in the garden when we were a wee bit drunk," Seamus said laughing.

"Remind me to do the flying, would you please, Margaret?" a smirking Lavender asked Mrs. Finnigan.

"Aye, I'll just do that, girl," she said chuckling as she sat at the table.

"Your breakfast, my dear," Mr. Finnigan said as he set her plate of bacon, eggs fried in the bacon fat, and some of the hash from the previous night in front of her.

"Frank does a pretty good breakfast. He cooked in a restaurant for a bit in his youth. After twenty-five years he knows just how I like it, too," she said looking to her plate.

"I can imagine," Lavender said with grin and a knowing nod to Mrs. Finnigan.

A slightly shocked look passed over Mrs. Finnigan's face and then she broke into a broad smile, blushing slightly. "Aye, I bet you can, Lavender." And the two women laughed.

Mr. Finnigan and Seamus looked at them, lost. Mrs. Finnigan and Lavender laughed even harder.

After a hearty breakfast of eggs, hash, bacon, toast, and fresh strawberries from the vegetable garden, Seamus was clearing the table. He flicked his wand and the dishes stacked themselves, and floated across the kitchen to the sink. The tap spun on, and the scrubber jumped into action, cleaning the dishes with lightning speed.

"It's the youngest's job," Seamus told Lavender. "And as I'm still the youngest…" he smiled at her.

"It's good to have you back, Son," his father said from the table. "Mike's crap at housework, and so am I for that matter."

Mrs. Finnigan laughed. "What'll you be doin' today Seamus?" she asked.

"Well, I have to get Lav back to London soon," he said. "She'll be wanting a nap in the afternoon."

When did you notice that, Shay? Lavender smiled broadly and blushed. She looked to Mrs. Finnigan still smiling. "I'll be up late the next three nights."

"I can imagine," Mrs. Finnigan said with a wide smile at Lavender, and Lavender laughed. "What do you do on these nights, if I may ask."

"My friends and I kind of have a standing date now, first night of the full moon," Lavender told her.

"You're a proper coven then?" Mrs. Finnigan said, impressed.

"We don't talk about that, Margaret," Lavender said seriously.

"You don't have to, girl, I understand," Mrs. Finnigan replied. "But just let me say this if I may, I reread the Prophet article, and what they did for you could only be done by them all working as one." She looked at Lavender with a sincere expression. "If there's nine o' you, if your friend the legilimens is doing what she's capable of, and if you’ve been getting as strong as I bet you have, you'll be drawing some unwanted attention."

Lavender looked her in the eyes. "You think so?"

"There hasn't been nine women o' power working as one for a thousand years, dear," Mrs. Finnigan said gravely, "and there'll be men who take it poorly. They've never been able to do it you see, not even with all their fiddlin' about in the Department o' Mysteries, and their great advances in the mechanics o' magic." She laughed. "They just can'a connect like we can."

Your mum is very smart, Shay, Lavender thought.

"Thank you," Mrs. Finnigan said.

That's not polite, Margaret. Lavender smiled at her. "Well, I'll pass that along, thank you," she said.

"What do you do the other two nights?" Mrs. Finnigan asked.

"I can answer that one, Mam," Seamus said, and Lavender looked at him in mild surprise. "What? We have dinner together all the time. I have paid some attention."

"When you weren't prattling on about your latest girl?" she asked in a mock hurt voice, and then she smiled. "Ok, go ahead, Shay."

Seamus took her hand. "Madam Pomfrey has taken Lav as a permanent patient. She was there at the very beginning and kind o' views Lav as hers. She goes up to Hogwarts and stays there the second two nights."

You have been paying attention, Lavender thought, and leaned against him. Mrs. Finnigan smiled when she saw them snuggle.

"She is a professor after all," Lavender said. "She's writing some research on me. Since I don't take the potion she can get some very accurate readings on my physiology. We're hoping to refine the potion."

"You don't go to St. Mungo's then?" Mr. Finnigan asked.

"No, Frank, I don't," Lavender said. "I went once and that was enough."

"Not a pleasant experience, was it?" he asked.

"No, it wasn't," Lavender replied. "The others have to take the potion, it's the law. I have special permission from the Wizengamot not to. They're the only ones other than Poppy and my friends who've seen me on the full moon. They tested me and saw I have perfect control of myself, so they gave me the exemption." Mrs. Finnigan nodded, impressed. "It's so awful for the others. They're so sick from the side effects these three days; it's why you can always tell. They never fully recover from the side effects before it's time to do it again." Lavender shook her head sadly. "I went to a Werewolf Support Group meeting and it became clear that I was entirely different. The older ones are understandably a bit jealous, and the younger ones want to know how I did it, which, of course, I can't really tell them."

"Your friends can't do it for them?" Mrs. Finnigan asked.

"No, Margaret, they can't," Lavender said shaking her head. "There's a love for me that they have that let them do it. It wasn't just the potions and the spells that first full moon." She looked at Mrs. Finnigan with shining eyes. "That was just half of it."

Mrs. Finnigan, eyes still locked to Lavender's, said in her commanding voice, "You'll be bringing her around a fair bit, Seamus."

Seamus smiled at the order. "Yes, Mam, as often as she wants me to," he answered.

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Luna leaned on the opposite side of the door, shaking. They were radiating from the other side, and she was about to collapse from holding her laughter in. It was all she could do not to call Dean down from the attic studio, rip the door open, and shout "I knew it!!!" She'd let Seamus go she decided, but Lavender was going to have to come clean tonight. She couldn't keep any secrets from the circle, and she wouldn't want to anyway. Lavender was as happy as Luna had ever felt her be, and once Luna assured the girls that she could not help but feel Seamus was in just as deep, they'd be overjoyed.

Seamus reluctantly pulled his lips from Lavender's. "Don't wanna let you go," he said looking into her eyes.

"Three days, Shay. I'll see you Thursday night." She kissed him and smiled, took a step back, turned on her heel, and was gone.

I. Am. Screwed! Seamus thought, and smiled. Right?

Yes, I'm afraid so, Luna's voice said in his mind just before the door opened. "But I won't tell Dean unless he asks." She hugged him. "I'm very happy for you Seamus, and the Sisters will be ecstatic."

He smiled broadly. "I'm stuck, aren't I? If I screw up they'll flay me."

"You know your accent gets very pronounced after you visit your home. Yes, Seamus, you're stuck, but you don't mind, so it's fine," she said.

"I don't?" he asked, looking deep into her eyes.

She looked into his eyes, nodded, and a wave of power swept through him. Luna had only done this twice to Seamus, and only when asked. The wave swept back through him and he was carried into a soft warm void. All he could sense were his thoughts and emotions. He was laid bare to himself and Luna. The level of honesty was profound, touching, and frightening all at once. You love her, Luna's presence said next to him. It directed his mind to his heart. There, you see. You realized it last night, but if we look back across your memories you can see it's been coming for a while. There, a dinner from a few months ago where Seamus had unconsciously flirted with her. There, an afternoon three weeks past. She was standing in the sun, and it illuminated her figure through her dress. Lavender is dead fucking sexy, he had thought to himself. There, night before last, at the hub of the London Eye. He fell back into reality and she steadied him.

"Do you know Lavender that well too?" He asked smiling.

"Oh no, we all know each other on a much deeper level than that," she said simply. Luna looked deep into Seamus's eyes. Yes, he deserved this gift. "She was glowing just as hard as you are, Seamus. You don't have anything to worry about from her." He visibly relaxed a bit. "Oh, and I'll try to keep Dean from taking the mickey too much," she said, pulling him through the door, "but you have earned quite a bit from everybody, so…" she backhand slapped his arm as she shut the door. "You rot my teeth, Seamus." she said and they laughed.
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