"A deal on all accords," Seamus said, wiping his hand on his trousers before putting it out to rid the shake of lingering ink stains or nearly-finished pint perspiration. "Though if you ever do find something that'll do me in, we're to keep this knowledge to ourselves. What's yer Mum need help with, besides finding you a girl to bring home?"
It would be a sizable task, that. For the few times that Seamus had pulled a girl with a better looking friend at a Muggle pub, Briony's pretty friend Noelle, and the occasional teasing banter on the lack of prospects, no girl had managed to stick. Seamus figured it was a mix of the war, Dean's nature, the freakishly narrow window of Wizarding girls near them in age, any number of things. Most of the time he didn't really concern himself with the lack of a friend's love life, given that he wasn't often in honest pursuit for his own. A drink here, a wink or a bit of a snog there, all was well and good; but it was a considerably harder job finding a girl he wanted to be around more than apart from.