Susan looked at him with absolute confusion for a moment. "Yes, 'her' dear. As in the fictional female woman in the middle of this fictional Hufflepuff five-way we're discussing? I mean I have had a five-way with some Hufflepuff men for reasons of sexual research of course, but unless you were using Polyjuice then it definitely didn't involve you." She took a moment to eat a bite of her pasta. "You're very lovely dear, but I have a rather obdurate habit of emphatically not screwing my friends or gay men, of which you're both. Besides," she leant across and patted his arm in a sororal fashion, "You're about six inches too short to begin even falling in the range of my type sweetie." She narrowed her eyes at him and snorted in disbelief. "You're perfectly handsome dear, so there'll be none of that thank you very much, and if Seamus is like that then you need to smash him in the bollocks for being a plonker."
"Well, well, well," she said with a pert little laugh. "That's interesting. I think the entire house assumed that you and Wayne would eventually get it on. It's a shame he didn't know though." She ate a bit more of her spaghetti for a moment before choking on it. "You kissed Ernie," she said, after coughing for a moment. "Oh that's hilarious, how did I not know about that? Honestly!"
"That's the point, dear," Susan agreed. "We all have scars! I mean I'm an Auror for Nimue's sake, I have my fair share of scars not to mention the delightful psychological scarring that comes from a vast chunk of one's family being murdered."