The Quidditch thing had really frustrated him for awhile - he had grown up around magic and had been riding toy brooms forever for Merlin's sake! - but eventually had gotten over it. Dean was too good of a friend to really let it get to him like that and it was definitely not worth losing a friendship over. And whatever about his artistic abilities. Crude stick figures were more Seamus' forte, but Dean was a bloody brilliant all around when you gave him something to draw with. Football he knew he would never win, but he was determined to get better at this Apparating business.
"Well, she's got her head out of her arse about it, but never wants to talk about it. She lost her brother the first time around and I guess she just doesn't want to acknowledge anything might happen to take away more people from her," Seamus answered, looking superbly uncomfortable talking about it as they made their way down a corridor. Wasn't that depressing? Seamus knew if he let the conversation continue, they would have to do it somewhere private, but he wanted to drop in on Dean's family first and greet them all. They were practically extended family at that point and liked being around them whenever he visited. Perking up quickly, he waved his hand around a little. "We'll talk later, eh? You have me all curious about this baking business and I can't let Libby and Ruby hold the goods hostage too much longer since it's all about to go into my stomach." Stray fingernail or not, he was likely to try whatever it was. For such a small guy, his stomach was pretty bottomless. And reinforced with steel.
He led the charge into the kitchen, confident in where he was going. This place had always felt like a third home, even when he had first visited. Touching all the new pictures that may have popped up over the years, it still amazed him to not see them move. That was one thing he couldn't get used to, to see still pictures.