Dean almost fell against Seamus as he landed on the couch beside him, then he took longer than he should have had to looking at the cover of the sketch book. "Oh, thatwas... sixth year, I think..." He slurred, shrugging. "Havea lot of 'em, shoved in there." He didn't mind Seamus looking, though. It had been a long time since he'd reminisced and looked through them.