"No. We're going out. Together. Since I've barely seen you out of class, and you've barely seen me, and I think you're just wanting to lie about in bed because you're depressed over missing me. So I'm going to make you feel better. And make you buy me a drink because I've barely got a knut on hand," Dean told him cheerfully, though still quiet.
He tugged the covers off Seamus' face and kicked the mattress to make it shudder. "Up. Finnigan. Or I'm going for ice water," Dean threatened him. "You're getting right dull you know - all you do is skeeve off, or sleep."