Seamus was flipping through the Prophet, a quill in his hand, his eyes going through each sentance carefully. He was looking to see if anything sounded odd, trying to find some proof to all that Dean spoke of. It was hard and all he saw were certain facts; things he believed to be truth with all his heart. Thinking that what he knew to be reality was actually not reality made his head ache and it made him want to abandon the search; but he pressed on, determined to find something. It was the only thing he could find to do these days in his spare time; at least when others were busy. He didn't want to seem needy so he hadn't looked to Katie or Gin that night for companionship, but he was lonely a lot more these days. He was used to being around Lavender nearly every night, eating take out and laughing at gossip of the day.
It seemed like ages since he had done that though; but she was always lingering on his mind.
His eyes flashed to the door and he dropped the quill down, moving to stand. His finger tips were stained with ink and he padded across the walk to the front door slowly; having not expected visitors anytime soon. As he pulled it open, his eyes focused on her and his entire body went stiff, uncertain if it was a dream or not.