"Dunno," Seamus shrugged, drinking his pint down to the last third. "Saw her in the market Tuesday, she asked me out for a drink, after the book signing."
Not for the first time, Seamus was mad that Neville had died. He wasn't the most effected, he knew, and thusly also thought that he ought to go round and see Mandy one of these days once work had evened out. All the same, it would have been nice to get the perspective of someone who had been privy to he and Parvati - whatever they had been - while it had been happening. It had been weird to talk over with Dean, after the fact, though it was Seamus's own insecurities that made it so, not his friend.
"Maybe I should ask her to bring Padma for you. We can show them a better time than Harry and Ron, at least," Seamus snorted with a grin.