Seamus' head whipped around at the tone in Neville's voice, and he spotted the pair up ahead a moment after his friend did. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. As the others drew closer it was evident that one was tall and gangly, the other short and lumpy. Both were habitually unkempt; Seamus thought he caught the odor of garlic off them even from halfway down the hall.
He tensed, prepared to fight or flee, whichever option proved best. "Nev, how d'you want t'play it?" They were just far enough away from the Room of Requirement that getting there was possible, but not without a bit of fancy footwork.