Seamus knew he had stepped into a trap. One of those ones; that no matter how you tried to get out of, there was no real escaping it, without a few scars at least. He wanted to sleep. Fighting made him exhausted, when he wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about it. But, Lavender had announced she wasn’t tired and Seamus was sure he read somewhere, that meant a) she wanted to talk and a) she wanted to talk. Seamus also knew, it wasn’t one of those easy things to start up, because just, because she wanted to talk, didn’t mean she was going to let him think that. Seamus sighed, rolling onto his side; he knew he would be in trouble if he fell asleep, so he decided to sit up a bit, as well.
“Lav, will you just tell me what’s wrong? You got me worried here.” Which was true.
He rubbed, his hand down her arm, as he waited for some sort of explanation. Well he at least hoped he would get one.