Deamus and 22 "what's with the box?"
22. “What’s with the box?”
“Uhh… what’s with the box?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m movin’ in!” Seamus pushed his way past a dumbfounded Dean into the cramped apartment and set the aforementioned box down on the coffee table. Dean blinked a few times.
“I’m sorry, you’re what?” he said.
“Movin’ in!” repeated Seamus. “Now you said this place had two bedrooms. Where might I find the second one?”
“It-it’s being used for my studio,” stammered Dean. “I’m sorry, what do you mean, ‘moving in’?”
“Mm. Yeh’ll probably need to keep that. That’s alright. We can share,” said Seamus, opening the box and starting to take out knick-knacks. “And what do yeh mean what do I mean? I’m movin’ in! Shackin’ up! Roomin’! Sharin’ living quarters.”
“When did I agree to that?”
“Yeh mentioned the other week down at the pub.”
Okay. Dean did remember that. “Yeah, as an eventuality,” Dean backtracked, running his hands through his hair. “When I got a bigger place. Not now!”
“Oh,” said Seamus, stopping what he was doing. Then he shrugged and went back to unpacking. “Well, yeh didn’t mention that bit.”
“I’m mentioning it now!” said Dean, walking over and starting to put Seamus’ things back in the box.
“Well, it’s too late now,” said Seamus, taking what Dean had just replaced out of the box again. “I already sublet my appartment.”
“You–?” Dean couldn’t believe this was happening. “How on earth did you find a tenant that fast?”
“Gave it to me cousin. He’s been couch surfing for a while now.”
Dean was about to protest again but they were interrupted by the arrival of Ron Weasley at the door holding another box.
“Where do you want this one?” called Ron.
“Over in the bedroom,” replied Seamus. “Those should be me clothes.”
“Seamus, how much did you bring?” asked Dean, unsure of whether Seamus’ outrageous plan was even feasible.
“Just the essentials. I left most of it with Fergus, he didn’t have a lot of stuff.”
“Remind me how a carved shamrock sculpture is ‘essential,’,” said Dean, holding up the offending object.
“It’s an heirloom!” protested Seamus, snatching it from Dean’s hand and moving to put it on top of the telly.
“You bought it at a flea market last month! I was there!”
“Well, it’s going to be an heirloom.”
“Seamus, there’s no room,” said Dean. Seamus turned to look at him.
“Yeh gonna kick me out, Thomas?” he said gravely. “Let yehr best friend roam the streets with nowhere to say?” He looked at Dean expectantly.
Dean groaned. “No, I won’t kick you out,” he conceded.
“Excellent,” beamed Seamus. He marched over and gave Dean an emphatic kiss on the cheek. Dean felt his face heat up. “Yeh’ll see. It’ll be brilliant.”
“Well, it won’t be boring,” said Dean, rubbing his cheek.
“Seamus!” came a voice from the hallway that sounded suspiciously like Hermione Granger. “Where do you want Harry and me to put these other boxes?”
“Be right with yeh!” called back Seamus, who cast a final grin at Dean before heading back out to help.
Dean took a long look at what was no longer going to be his bachelor pad.
Yeah. Things certainly weren’t going to be boring.