Dinner wasn't for a bit yet, but Seamus was usually early to it. He was without Dean -- an unusual sight but far more common since the Quarantine went up. Seamus had his demons to work out and, he suspected, Dean had his own as well. It didn't trouble Seamus. They'd proved the depth of their friendship last year, and time apart wasn't going to distance them in the slightest.
He opened the doors and expected to see the usual bunch who came down early. Since the Quarantine, he found himself early to almost everything. Eager to get things started, he'd called it. Keeping his mind occupied, he'd kept to himself.
On the walk over to the Gryffindor table, Seamus noticed a person sitting alone who most certainly wasn't part of the usual bunch. It was Neville, seated separately from everyone else and, if Seamus's eyes didn't need fixing, smiling to himself. Seamus grinned as well. When was the last time he'd seen Neville in here? He couldn't remember.
Seamus took a seat next to his friend. He couldn't resist poking a little fun, hoping to make the mood light and keep it comfortable. "Thinking of me, are you?"