Who: Seamus Finnigan and Neville Longbottom What: Dudes being dudes (and maybe a bit of serious talk about the State of Things, you never know with these two). When: Tuesday, February 22, 1998 Where: The courtyard Rating: Low, probably.
Seamus looked up from the Quidditch magazine he was reading, taking in the flow of students crossing the courtyard. He had an unusually light classload on Tuesdays...just Muggle Studies in the late morning, and nothing else all day. He'd slept in a bit before class, as he and Parvati had stayed in the common room for a fair bit the night before and he'd been a bit sleepy when his alarm had sounded. Now, he was taking advantage of the break between that class and lunch by trying to relax in the fresh air. He was hoping that the light reading would help him forget the horridness of the class in time for him to be able to stomach some food. He needed to spend most of the afternoon in the library after lunch working on Charms, since he and Parvati had never gotten back around to it, and wanted to enjoy the time outside while he could. A familiar figure crossing through the courtyard caught his eye and he smiled and waved. "Oi, Nev! Over here!" Talking with his friend would be an even better way to pass the time.