The parchment had about four scratched out words on it, but Seamus was having trouble concentrating and the ink had spattered over them, ruining the start of his DADA essay. It was definitely not going to get written. There was simply too much on his mind. He needed a drink that wasn't cognac. Just a nice pint of ale...
He was about to just pour the ink across the page in frustration when Dean's voice caught his attention. Rather than look straight up at his best friend, he looked around quickly to make sure he'd remembered to tuck his hipflask back under his pillow before meeting the other boy's eye. "Talk? C'mon mate, I'm always talkin'," He said quickly with a grin. His Seamus sense was tingling, and he could feel that building weight behind Dean's expression. Diffuse the situation and get out, easiest way to play it...