Scratching his head, Seamus gave Neville a grin he hoped looked genuine enough. He needed to get up to his dorm, and fast. Once he got something in him, he'd be alright. Right as rain. Back to the Seamus his friends wanted to see.
He kept walking toward Neville, taking note of the frown on the fat lady's face. Had the password changed again? That's right, the notice. The bulletin board. Seamus's couldn't quite picture it, his memory from this morning clouded. What was written on it?
"Fine, Nev," Seamus answered, stepping up next to him. "Having trouble getting inside?"