Youth amazed Seamus, mainly, because Seamus still considered himself youthful. If Sharlene was going to use him for a sandwich, well good for her. Seamus raised his sandwich up in the air; as a cheers of sorts, in the direction of Sharlene’s back as she ran out of the room. “I feel terribly used.” He mumbled out, between the mouthful of bread, pickles, chicken, ham and tomato he had in his mouth. He had the manners of a King. He shrugged his shoulders, honestly he had didn’t know of any flats for sale, he probably should have done his research with that one. “London sounds good.” He was sure there would be at least one rental going around there. He hoped. His mother was driving him crazy lately and he couldn’t exactly move in with Lavender either. The smothering wasn’t as cute as it use to be. “Bloody oath this sandwich is great!” He was feeling a lot better, now that there was food in his stomach.
“So did you end up badgering, Hermione about it?” Honestly, Seamus was really curious. His own dad taped enough of those corny soap operas and this was like -- well straight out of one. He had come out with a few bizarre conclusions to amuse himself, during his sleepless nights lately. And he was excited to find out if Dean’s father was international spy or something similar. Probably not, though, but it would be entertaining none the less. And if he was a wizard, maybe he was something like an unspeakable -- shh he could say no more. Which all and all was bloody brilliant in Seamus’ opinion.
“Is your mum still baking?” Seamus looked around for the sight of any cakes. He could definitely do with dessert now.