"'S alright," he assured Neville. "It's always depressing lately."
Seamus sighed. The worst part about what Neville has said was that, at least in Seamus's eyes, he was probably right. Something did feel wrong about this place, this Quarantine, this school. It wasn't just that everyone was on edge, though that didn't help. It had the same feeling as the Room of Requirement had last year: filled with bad memories and worse fears for the future. Seamus figured he understood how Neville felt better than most.
"Can't do anything but be having a little faith, yeah? Things might not be settled yet, but we've survived war and we'll survive this as well. Or whatever else comes our way, Nev, I'm sure of it. Proof is in the fact that you're sitting here now!"