Seamus was the type of guy, who lived entirely in moments. When something wasn’t happening, Seamus wasn’t either. So the fact, that Lavender was busy sorting at something with Vati; he was vaguely sure he had heard the word slumber party used more than once, and he wasn’t currently intercepting passes, meant that Seamus was sleeping - or at least he had been. “Whadh.” It wasn’t English, it wasn’t German either. It was the language your mouth made, when your mouth was currently occupied eating your pillow. He raised his head off it, breathing (because he needed that) and asking again, “What?” Apparently, Lavender hadn’t felt the need to wait for a reply, instead she was already standing over him. Quite predictable of her. They weren’t many lines set up between them.
Seamus jumped up. Anyone else, probably would have taken an extra few minutes to get their head back into the zone, but not, Seamus. He lived in moments and currently, Lavender was telling him to get a drinking moment started. He didn’t need sleep anymore. “Alright. Hand me that shirt.” He pulled it over his head and jumped up, looking for some trousers to pull on as well. Once he was in tact. His hair was naturally awesome; to stay just the way it was, he walked downstairs and started pulling out the liquor. All the good stuff in his opinion aka the firewhiskey.