Seamus exited Amycus' office, pausing for a moment just outside the door to conjure a soft, clean bandage. He'd just wrapped it around his hand and wrist, covering the flesh that was still throbbing from having been forced to use a blood quill during his detention, when he heard a voice coming from a ways down the corridor.
A most unwelcome voice. "Travers, don't you have anythin' better t'do than lurk about and ask stupid questions?" He moved along the hallway a bit, stuffing his injured hand into the folds of his robes, attempting to head away from the other student. The last thing he needed right now was a run in with the obnoxious Slytherin. Knowing his luck, he'd end up right back in detention getting his other hand tenderized with Amycus' heinous writing equipment.