"Didn't get one. Was gonna take the class, to be sure, but ended up back in Potions. Must like the torture I guess," Seamus said with a sly grin.
"Thought I might get my hands on one though, make good on my threat to our ickle Ronnie. Can you imagine?" He laughed. "Think he'd kill me. You'll make sure he doesn't get his hands on my dirty mags when I'm gone, yeah?"
Seamus noticed that Neville seemed tense, listening to Seamus but not seeming at all comfortable. He wondered if maybe it was his mentioning of Ron, and playing a trick on him. Seamus hoped he didn't hit a sore spot, but didn't see any other reason that would have Neville looking awkward. If there'd been bad business in the dorm, Seamus was completely out of the loop.