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Seamus lifted his head slightly from Dean's knee to shoot a mock-glare at Susan. This again. "If you were a Gryffindor, I'd dare you to go a whole week without implying we are more than friends." He didn't really care if people assumed they were together, but it galled him that their closest friends thought they should be and couldn't see that they were happy as they were.
He looked down at his sand-pile and shrugged, running his fingers through it. He'd be finding sand under his nails for weeks, no doubt. "I think Dominic might kill me if I tried interfering with his work, even if it was just to add water." He smiled, packing the sand back down with his hands to make it flat, and then drawing a smiley face in the surface with his finger. "Still works for this, though!"