While he knew better, Seamus wondered if he ought not feel offended when Susan charmed her work away. It surprised him a little, seeing her put it away even as she warned that they might be there a bit. Fortunately for them both, he wasn't the least bit claustrophobic. He rocked back on his heels. Awkward, he thought to himself. At least she wasn't throwing things this time, though. And she smiled, if only a little. Strange, how it was still enough to make his heart race. Seamus had to look away, using a considerable amount of will power to keep from placing a hand over the offending organ. Traitorous thing, it was. Enough time had passed that she shouldn't have an effect on him at all, and yet...
But then he remembered the article and Susan's refusal to actually answer him over the journals. She'd never quite come out and said no, she wasn't dating the Chosen One. Not that he had anything against Harry, but it was just his luck.
"Bugger. So much for an evening off," he murmured. "So how are you? Business as usual?"