"You don't need a flare. I'll just avoid loud pubs filled with idiot witches flirting with you." The jealously in Susan's voice couldn't be masked and she hated herself for letting it show. She'd been involved with Charlie for a bit and hadn't felt the least bit of guilt about it until Seamus returned. Susan frowned deeper, trying to work out just what the maintenance staff had done to the lifts in the first place. Merlin, they really were underpaid. She'd have to talk to someone about that.
It didn't matter how many spells she did, Susan couldn't sort out what had been done. Bugger. She was hardly a violent person, but Susan needed to get away. Being this close to Seamus was heartbreakingly painful. She kicked the door of the lift hard, wincing in pain as her toe connected with the metal door through her shoe. "DAMMIT," she yelled. "LET US OUT."