"I checked it, don't worry," Seamus assured him. The only business now was remembering what it was. This was something he should have thought of beforehand. Lunch would be over soon and he needed time to himself. He hoped whatever Neville needed inside wouldn't take too much time.
"It was... fuck, what was it? Something starting with 'S', yeah?" he asked the fat lady. She merely looked at him, offering no hint whether or not he was correct. "Fuckin' heifer," he muttered, glaring at her. He never liked that portrait.
"Simmering scallywags?" Wrong.
"Somersaulting serpents?" Nope.
"Sparkly sickles?" Definitely not.
Seamus kicked the wall in frustration. Turning to Neville he said, "I've got this, I know I do." He scratched his head, trying to remember this morning. Dean had pointed out that there was a new password, telling Seamus to check it on his way out. He did, too; he listened to Dean for once. It had said... it said...
"Seaworthy sailors!" Seamus yelled it, feeling triumphant. Though he knew she did it grudgingly, the fat lady swung open her portrait to allow them inside.