Don't worry about it ! <3
Her silence could be bought with a butterbeer and time spent with Seamus. It was very easy for her to relax around Seamus, the Irishman had always had that knack and it was with fondness that she watched him tidy up. She was certainly an important guest if he was going to the effort of tidying.
Watching him, she spotted the mischief in his eye and planned her escape route; with Seamus the smallest shake could turn explosive and she had no intention to help him cover his tracks before Dean returned. It was with relief that she took her own bottle, clinking it slightly against his. “You break hearts everywhere and anywhere you go, aren’t you the reason that the wireless has that forlorn love-floo in?” Taking a moment to compose herself, she took a long sip from the bottle before toying with it in her hands. Butterbeer had always been a favourite over the sweetness of pumpkin juice and it wasn’t something she indulged in too much. What could she talk to Seamus about? The ‘gifts’ she’d been getting were completely off the table, as was any talk about her brother. Work would probably bore him but he had a male mind and she could use that viewpoint to her advantage.
“I’m just having one of those spells, you know? I come round, you give me a hug and the badness out in the world disappears for a little while more. It’s not as bas as one of the girls I work with, she’s gotten herself into a right pickle. What about you? How’s a day in the life of my favourite Irishman?”