He looked at her and blinked slowly. "D'you know, I'd been so focused on the fact I couldn't Owl'em that the Floo slipped my mind?" He wrinkled his brow as another thought struck him. "I hope Mam won't be too upset that it's after Christmas."
Seamus took another bite of his sandwich, finally feeling the gloom that he'd been carrying around with him truly start to ease. He'd get to talk to his parents, and Saoirse and the twins - even if it were only for a bit through the Floo, it'd be brilliant. He sipped his butterbeer, feeling contentment wash through him for the first time in months. "Rice krispy buns, you say? You're speakin' my favorite language, Lav."
He snorted involuntarily when she mentioned Ron, but listened to the rest of her ramble in silence. He watched her thoughtfully; he and Lav had been close friends for a long time - forever, it sometimes seemed - and Seamus had always known her to have a big heart, though it was a heart that had sometimes been broken. Long ago, he'd decided that he never wanted to do that to her, but he never had let himself examine the roots of this protective impulse too closely. Now, he simply knew that they both were depending on each other to get through this year from hell. "Y'know I said I'd punch him if y'wanted me to...mate or no, Lav. I meant that." He ducked his head when she said her parents liked him. "Hmm...great fun? That's good t'know."