Another wet rainy day in muggle London. There was little pieces of water still dripping from Seamus' hair and clothes by the time he reached the front door, taking a few minutes to get the key, slippery from the rain, into the lock and push the door open.
"Lav?" he called loudly, not thinking she'd be lying alseep on the floor. Normally she'd be bustling by in some fancy clothes, getting ready to go out by the time he was getting in. "Lavender?" There was a mild panic, a war habit never died, when she didn't answer immediately.
It was quickly followed by a pang of guilt when he spotted her asleep on the floor. Seamus sighed and loosened his tie, crouching down close to her. "Hey, Lav?" he asked, softer, trying to wake her.
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