Seamus hummed an acknowledgement. "Do you ever think about what it'd've been like?" he asked. He'd done so recently, but he couldn't remember what had started him down that track. "I mean... Neville is great, but I can't see us being best mates. So unless Ron, Harry and I all hung out together, I'd've had to find friends somewhere else." He tipped his head to the side. "Or maybe we'd've met in Herbology and been friends anyway. That sounds appropriately pre-destined and awesome."
He'd followed Dean out as he was speaking, but by the time he'd finished that train of thought he was at the bathroom door. "Alright, I'll be out in a few minutes."