Seamus squinted, trying to call back a memory that tickled at the very back of his brain. One summer when all his Muggle cousins seemed to be endlessly squabbling over a series of comic books and who had more of them. "He's a superhero...I think? No, wait..." he thought about it for another moment, remembering. "The hero pretends t'be him. He hides by puttin' on glasses."
He snorted almost involuntarily. "Right barmy, if y'ask me. As if glasses change your looks that much." A thought occurred to him. "Maybe Harry ought t'take his off, wherever he is."
He felt a bit sheepish after that, and, flopping back on his bed, stared at the ceiling while listening to the others.