Dean gave him a curious look. "My fault just as much as yours, mate. And if you're really that tired, then I can let you go back to bed." He studied Seamus' profile for a second and then headed down the stairs toward the front castle entrance. "So what's got your plate so full? Not that we're not all a bit busy, but I wouldn't call myself all that overwhelmed." Most of his distraction had been of his own doing, really.
The Patronus thing was possible, he supposed. It just seemed a bit off to him.
He caught the banister as the stairs started to move, rolling his eyes and waiting for them to settle back into place before starting down again.