"When I grow up," Seamus began, and Dean jostled his elbow and said,

"But you are grown up."

They were both lying.

"When I grow up," Seamus began again, "I'm going to open a shop, and it'll be better and bigger than Fred'nGeorge's, and we can hire someone to work it, so we never have to sit in one place again."

"Okay," Dean said, dipping his head into the hollow of Seamus's shoulder, their arms ghosting over their faces as their fingernails scraped into the boards.

"Harry's coming," Seamus began to whisper, and Dean loved him enough to let him.