Seamus was walking back to the castle from the pitch, thinking long and hard about things. The Friday's Prophet had put him in a right bad mood, and it was possible that he was avoiding people as to not take it out on them. He didn't want for people think that he was angry at them. Then anybody who thought that might have been a bit dense, considering the paper. He'd talked to them, back when he'd been hurt and angry and it was right after Lavender's funeral. He didn't cry. Not at the funeral, he was too sad to cry, but he did eventually, later.
Talking about Lavender had been difficult for him. He'd never been much on her mind, other than a friend, but Seamus, well...had feelings for her. She'd been his first kiss. The first girl he'd been completely honest with and the first girl to...well...it was a lot of firsts and he damn well missed her. Ron may have not seen how special she was, but Seamus had. He always had.
Sighing, he made his way around the lake, taking the long way. Anything he could to keep from going back to the commons quite so quickly. He heard the scream, and he heard the splash and then the curse words and Seamus frowned as he sped up to see what exactly had happened.
Then of course there was Ginny Weasley, wet up to her ears in the likely very cold lake...it was October after all. "Oiy. If you wanted a bath that badly I'm sure your brother would have let you in to the prefects bath..." He said, smiling down at her (how could he not?) and then reaching out to help pull her from the water.