Dean gave Susan a raised eyebrow about Susan's sudden free time. "Oh? No work today?" He knew she often at least dropped in at work even when she hadn't got a full day on a Saturday.
He made a face about the conversation with the chef, it was really getting to the point Seamus needed to replace him. "You would think he couldn't get much worse, but clearly you would be wrong," he said, curling an arm around Seamus and briefly resting his head on Susan's.
He sipped his drink idly and caught the commentator's run down of a vicious bludger hit and winced, rubbing up and down Seamus' side absently. "Glad I'm not on the end of that one," he said with feeling.