"Dean is," Seamus said with a crooked grin. "You two'd make a good couple, the whole school would be jealous."
He laughed, grabbing something random from his trunk as though it was what he was looking for all along. In his hand was an old inkpot, barely three drops left inside. Seamus shoved it in his pocket and closed the lid on his trunk, taking a seat on it. He'd wait Neville out, no big deal. There would still be enough time to do what he needed to do before Dean came looking for him.
"But really I dunno. Course there's--" he stopped, wondering if he should continue down that road. While it was true he hadn't heard of anyone asking Lavender, he was reluctant to offer up that idea. Still, it was Neville. If he couldn't trust Neville around his favourite girl, who could he trust?
"There's Lavender," he finished. "Think she's still free. You should ask her! You're a war hero now, I'm sure all the girls are dying to be asked."