He was utterly confused now; he'd been sure that she'd gotten wind of his comments to Neville and was upset about him implying she'd given a bad haircut. He knew she prided herself on her skills in that area, and, to be honest, Neville's hair actually had looked pretty good. Seamus had felt badly thinking he'd really hurt her feelings, but now he had no clue what had put her in this mood or how she'd gotten somehow upset about Hogsmeade.
His brain was beginning to hurt.
"I agree," he managed, "that would be horrible. But that's not what I was talking about. I thought-"
Oh God, he couldn't say it. Then she'd know he'd teased Neville. Forget his hurting brain, he wasn't getting out of this courtyard with his bollocks intact.