Dean made a face. He was easy going, for a Gryffindor, but he was a teenage boy, and he didn't especially like when there were things he was getting told he couldn't or shouldn't do. "Yeah, fine," he agreed though.
He grabbed up his coat and shrugged it on as he let all three of them out of the dorm, heading down to the common room and out the portrait, scratching behind Fang's ears as the dog knocked into his leg while they walked. "So what then? Go eat in town, or you want to get breakfast here first, then go?" he asked Seamus, shooting the other boy a look and grinning. "Your head looks like you got struck by an angry lightning bolt."