Seamus was trying to be understanding, he really was, but the way Lavender was talking, like she was already fated to die...No, Seamus was having none of that. "Since when have you gotten so..." He struggled to find the word. "Fatalistic? Why are you acting like you're going to die and there's nothing you can do to change it? You have survived so much, Lav, and you know why? Because you fought. You are not your bloody fish." His voice had risen, but not enough to draw attention. Not yet at least.
"Felt it? Seen it?" Seamus let out a breath of frustration. "Is this about Divination? Did you get a vision or whatever that actually told you something?" Seamus couldn't pretend he seriously believed in Divination, but he knew Lavender did. It still didn't explain anything she'd told him yet. Or not told him, as it were.