Seamus had been enjoying a free afternoon out on the grounds, thanking whatever inspired decision had led him not to take potions this year. He'd never had good luck in the subject anyhow, and not continuing it had given him a glorious free double period every Tuesday afternoon. He'd spent the day, which had been unusually warm for the season, taking a short fly on one of the school brooms. But as it was getting closer to dinnertime, he thought he'd at least get in an hour in the library on his Charms essay that was due the next morning.
When he entered the courtyard he was brought up short at the sight of Lavender, who seemed to have a personal grudge against one of the courtyard vines given the size of the bare patch she'd created in the wall's leaf cover. In Seamus' personal experience, an upset Lavender was never a good thing, so he approached her slowly, his stride a bit more tentative than when he'd first stepped into the otherwise cheery courtyard. "Lav? Whatever the plant did t'deserve that, I think you've won."