"Be happy eventually?" That wasn't all he'd caught of what Astoria said, but it was what Seamus latched onto in the end. "Don't say that. That's not love. That's not what it should be." But honestly, who was he to be preaching? His parents were divorced, and he'd had a string of mostly one-night-stands since sixth year at Hogwarts. He shook his head. "You can't get her out of it. She has to decide she doesn't want it, because knowing a family like that, they'd disown her." That was argumentative, but there it was. "A person that gives themselves over to something like that doesn't care about their own life. Doesn't care whether they're happy or in love or ....is your sister so desperate to please your parents?"
Seamus felt bad for talking to her that way, but even his posture reflected the horror and disgust he felt. Purebloods. Which begged the question: what was Astoria doing still sat across from him?