"I swear," Seamus grumbled as he headed up the stairs ahead of Dean. "She loves you more than me. She never tells you how skinny you look." He nudged his bedroom door open with his food and deposited the soup and spoons on his bedside table. "So, we've got junk food there." He pointed to a sizeable (but not ridiculous) pile of sweets and bonfire goodies. "I didn't bring all the leftovers. I'll put some out at Battlescars." He made a sweeping gesture to the bed - transformed into a double for the occasion. "Blankets, pillows, Sir Luckless." This last referred not to a fairytale night but to an old grey teddy bear that Dean had encountered before at Seamus' house. "And... fun!" He finished, cocking his head towards his desk which currently supported his wizarding chess set, a pack of non-exploding cards and a bag of marbles."
Looking around the room he spied the picnic hamper he'd brought up earlier. "Oh, and real food too. Bread and cheese and fruit." He sat down on one side of the hamper and started to empty it before turning it over. "Makes a good table," he explained. "I've tried eating soup in bed and it's surprisingly difficult." Getting his wand out again he levitated the bowls over to their makeshift table, then flicked the curtains more securely shut. "We're soundproofed and the curtains have got some kind of fancy blakcout spell on them." So, Seamus considered they were all set.
"How was work?" he asked, gesturing for Dean to hurry up and sit down or his soup would get cold (some of which may not have translated as clearly as he'd hoped). "How's Ophelia?" He had managed, finally, to keep his expression neutral as he asked - though he did rather hope Dean wouldn't dwell on the details for too long. He was making an effort - Susan would have been proud - to show that he wasn't going to let his own petty jealousy get in the way of either their friendship or Dean's relationship.