Malfoy. Bloody, sodding, effing, hell. Seamus mentally ran through a catalogue of every curse word he knew as he turned around to face the three Slytherins behind them. Realizing it'd been a mistake to turn his back on the first pair, he could only hope that Nev was keeping an eye on them.
"I think you've got us confused with you lot," he smirked at the trio in front of him. "Pity you're stuck with those two, Malfoy. What's the matter, Travers not available?" Undoubtedly, Malfoy would be the only one of them who'd even understand that insult. "I'm on rounds t'night." He wasn't, but he hoped Malfoy wouldn't know that. Or ask what Neville was up to. He doubted that he'd be that lucky though.