"Nope," Seamus replied with a shrug, "But doesn't matter. He threatened my friends and he's pissing about talking about killing people. I'm sick of it. I sick of these fucking Death Eaters. They lost, they need to roll over and die."
He felt the anger bubbling up in him, but it was too early in the morning to get riled up over a few psychopaths unable to let go of the past. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and bent down to pick up a stone near his feet. He turned it over in his hand, distracting himself from his rage.