Seamus nodded silently as he considered his next move before calling out his orders quietly. His chessmen answered him without question, as they had for years. He wasn't necessarily the best player (he could count the number of times he'd bested Ron on one hand) but he'd had this set for years, and they trusted him. It was nice, in a strange way.
"Yeah?" He smiled more at Hermione's smile than at her comment. It was good to see her happy, even if the intricacies of her job were kind of lost on him. "That's good. That what the paperwork's for?"