The first time I saw you, you were staring out a window on the hogwarts express; hair sticking out everywhere.
"Is this seat taken?" I asked.
You turned, and gave me a toothy grin.
"Nope! Make yourself at home!" You replied, smoothing out the seat next to you with your dainty hands.
I scooted across the sliding door, plopping myself next to you.
"I'm Dean, Dean Thomas." I said, awkwardly twiddling my thumbs.
You smiled, the corners of your mouth filled with the remains of the pumpkin pasty you finished mere seconds ago.
"Seamus Finnigan. Pleasure to meet ya!" You beamed, your Irish accent captivating my attention with every movement of your lips.
Moments passed before either of us spoke again, but you broke the silence with:
"I think we'll be great friends, Dean Thomas."
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room of requirement ➳ deamus
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