Seamus bounded up the stairs to the Gryffindor seventh year boys' dormitory, a bounce in his step for the first time in days. He was eager to focus on something that wasn't class, or prefect rounds, or worrying about his family. He skidded through the door at a loping run, scurrying to tidy his bed into at least a vague semblance of cleanliness. There were going to be girls in the room, after all, and even he wasn't that much of a slob. Or, well, he was, but he didn't want them to know that.
"Hey," he called to Neville as he started pulling up his quilt and smoothing it down. "Did you find the password?"