To Seamus, the bottles stashed here and there around the room screamed out; they practically had flashing lights on them to Seamus's eye. But Neville sat calmly, looking only at Seamus. Neville wouldn't understand. Seamus didn't want him to understand.
"I know you are, Neville," and he was completely truthful. "Not a day goes by I don't remember everything you did for me -- and all of us -- last year."
Seamus opened up his trunk, pretending to rummage through it as though looking for something. He hated this whole business of lying to his best friends, but there was no other way. Seamus felt ashamed even at the idea that they found out he was drinking more than was proper.
"But I'm fine. Really! Same ol' Seamus here, I promise you." Changing the subject he added, "But you! Barely see you anymore with all that work you're doing in the greenhouses. Got yourself a date to the ball?"