after the war, seamus takes his battle to the streets of london. he enlists with the hit wizards and hunts down wizards and witches who use magic with ill will. the job is dangerous, but seamus feels that’s where he thrives. when he is not out battling crime or drinking with his partners, he is with dean. usually that involves catching up on sleep, dozing while dean paints in his studio, muggle records playing in the background.
when he does get sent to st. mungo’s with an injury, his friends inevitably find out, and give him concerned stares and frowns and ask him just why he chose this path. seamus never has an answer for them. and when he finally returns home, dean never frowns at him, never scolds or frets (though seamus suspects he does that when he is out of sight). instead, he will push a cup of tea across the breakfast table and point out his photograph in the quibbler. and sometimes seamus will tell him about the case he’s working, how frustrating it is, how worried he is that he’ll take the wrong turn— or an even deeper fear, that he was never right for this job from the start. and dean will hum along to the records, sketching quietly in his book, and in the warm sunlight and in dean’s presence seamus feels safe. he feels home.
HARRY POTTER HISTORY MEME: three historical witches [1/3] → Merope GauntMerope Riddle (née Gaunt), (c. 1907 – 31 December, 1926) was a pure-blood witch, daughter of Marvolo Gaunt, and sister of Morfin. She was a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin and a Parselmouth. Merope lived in a shack with her father and brother, who mentally and physically abused her. She grew to have an obsessive love for Tom Riddle, a handsome and wealthy Muggle. When both her father and brother were imprisoned, she bewitched and married Tom. Merope ended up dying at an orphanage, soon after giving birth to her son, whom she had named Tom Marvolo Riddle.
"It’s been 14 years, and still not a day goes by that I don’t miss your dad."
do u know how hard it is to love a character that’s an asshole on a regular basis knowing that they’re an asshole and they’ve done asshole things but whenever u look at them u are just like. wow. u asshole. i love u. but u. are an asshole
Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it. You know…I just…Do things.