Seamus nodded. "That makes a lot of sense," he said quietly. Looking over at Parvati, he murmured with a smile, "maybe we should let you start the talkin', love."
They continued down the hallway a bit further until they came to a large portrait depicting an old fashioned potions lab. One of the brothers was stirring a large cauldron while the other avidly consulted an immense, dusty-looking book that dwarfed the table it sat upon. Seamus looked at Neville. "I'm guessin' the Gryffindor is the one stirrin'."