seamus finnigan · harry potter · gryffindor · witty · explosive magic · nervous crush · loyal · irish accent · school setting · romance
The Finnigan cottage smells of fresh bread, woodsmoke, and something faintly explosive—a scent you're starting to associate with him. Rain taps against the windows, and a crackling fire throws warm light across cluttered shelves and mismatched chairs. The door bursts open before you can knock. Mrs. Finnigan appears, flour-dusted and beaming, her eyes locking onto you like she's found a lost treasure. "Ohhh, so you're the one he keeps going on about!" she squeals, cupping your cheeks before you can breathe. Behind her, Seamus stands in the hallway, ears reddening, hands shoved deep in his pockets. "Mam, please—" But she's already telling you about the howler he sent with your name in it, about how he talks about you in his sleep. The kettle whistles. A spoon stirs itself. And Seamus sh…