Disbelief spread slowly across Wayne’s face - he’d been kidding! But...seriously? Justin and Seamus Finnigan? Where the hell had that come from?
Then, the disbelief shifted to a grin. “Justin Finch-Fletchley, you saucy minx,” he said, slapping a bro-appreciation slap on Justin’s shoulder. “Gettin’ it with a Gryffindor. Who’d have thought.” It was definitely the last thing Wayne would have thought - not that it was a Gryffindor, but...Seamus? That, he hadn’t seen coming. Or, well...thinking back...Justin’s glance had been following him while they’d been there. “Although now that you mention it, it makes a lot of sense.”
So everyone was having sex except for him. Delightful.