"Oh goodness! Your flexing has me all a-quiver," she quipped, with a mock swoon thrown in for good measure. She nodded thoughtfully for a second. "I could have used you the other day. I took down a witch who on top of being a blood supremacist was also a racial supremacist. She would have fainted in terror at the sight of you running at her." She furrowed her brows in confusion for a moment. "Shells as in sea shells? I'm not sure I see the connection?"
"Hmmm... Maybe you should read Dune then. It's by this really famous Muggle science fiction author called Frank Herbert. I devoured all my cousin James' copies of the books one year when we did Muggle Christmas with my mum's family." She quietly ruminated on possible books for several moments. "I'll owl you a list I think? I have most of them in my library - you can just come grab them if you want to read them."
She cackled but let the matter drop. She probably wasn't doing Seamus a great deal of justice - he'd never actually told her to shove her head up her arse, but he had deeply annoyed her in the past, and the look of terror had been the same.
"Mmm," she replied, furrowing her brow again. She wasn't sure that Lucy was alright, not yet anyway. But that was a problem for another day. She gave Dean one of her famous arch brow combos and fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Come now, she'll be fine. A touch of unmitigated terror is lovely and bracing for a young lady. But yes, I'll tell her about you when I get home. Hopefully."
Susan nodded thoughtfully. "Like yams? I hate yams, but I have to live with the fact that yams exist and some people actually like them." She sniffed thoughtfully and then grinned at him. "It's okay though, some of your weirder concoctions seem to stem from those halcyon days, and I'm really rather very fond of them, so I shouldn't be too quick to judge."