Susan bowed floridly. "The lucky girl," she said with a hint of envy. "Surrounded by all those pretty, pretty boys. She'll cut a swathe through them, mark my words. What's she studying at York?"
She narrowed her eyes and looked at Seamus thoughtfully for a moment. "Well there is a couple of lads who would jump at the chance for a snog et cetera with a handsome lad like you, charming. Maybe I should set you up, although you're firmly against anyone below the age of twenty-one aren't you?"
Susan obligingly took the plates and set them on the counter, summoning cutlery with a flick of her wand.
Susan looked at Seamus with a very dangerous glint in her eye. "He's still downstairs is he Seamus dear? I think it might be time to head down and show him my scary face." Pausing, she took off her cardigan as the flowers detracted somewhat from her menace. "I'll be right back."