Dean blinked, then unexpectedly looked away from Seamus. It was rare that he couldn't met his best mate's eyes, but there was something guilty in his look - like he'd been caught at something. And suddenly finding his shirt was the most interesting thing he could do.
"Maybe, I guess. I mean, that wasn't why I sketched you..." Except, there at the end of school, if his sketches hadn't been Daphne Greengrass, they'd been Seamus.