"Aha, suuuuuure," Susan replied with a theatrical little eye roll, glad that Seamus could still banter. It was when he could no longer banter that you had to worry. "But you're right, I was ready to hex Harry and Neville's balls off and possibly snog Hyperion, so the distraction was all for the best. Plus, I got 94% thank you very much! I hid in the roof, remember?" She watched him take out the deck of playing cards and felt her stomach drop in much the same way that a dog drops into a pile of mud after bath, which is to say treacherously and with great gusto. If he was fidgeting then... But no, not it would be fine. He was sad but obviously not that bad.
She sighed disgustedly. "Because they're more likely to sell me the place if they think I'm part of some young yuppy couple. You wouldn't have to do anything other than, stand there and be handsome - so that's covered - and maybe call me sweetheart?"