'Swear to Jesus and Mary I'm going to break Ron's face in half.'
Dean rolled his eyes as they headed towards the hospital wing – at least, Seamus was headed towards the hospital wing. Dean was just going along as a crutch, really, and grateful as Seamus was for it he really wasn't in a position to be thankful. He'd just started getting some of his colour back after his split-second duel with Ron at the duelling club, and as far as he was concerned the boy's wand was a hazard to the wizarding world at large.
'Why he's allowed to carry on carrying that piece of arse around is beyond me.'
'Oh, leave off. If he'd been paired with Neville you'd think it was hilarious.'
'Well, it would have been,' he insisted bluntly, 'but currently I feel like I'm going to decorate the floor with my guts, so if we could have this debate when I'm capable of opening my mouth without something grabbing the chance to jump out of my throat I'd be much obliged.'
'Seamus,' Dean said kindly, 'shut up.' A few moments later, though, it was him that interrupted the silence again. 'D'you know if you hadn't been paired with Ron and Neville was, you'd have had Neville's partner?'
He grunted, too impatient to work out what that meant.
'Justin,' Dean prompted, after waiting for him to remember for quite long enough.
'Gay Justin,' Seamus elaborated to himself uselessly, beginning to go a bit pale again. Dean looked a bit annoyed at that, but really it was just a coincidence. He thought it was weird about Justin, sure, but it didn't make him sick, metaphorically or otherwise. 'He had a shock today and all.'
Dean nodded, still confused about that. Just like Justin, he'd seen Harry turning the snake on him rather than calling it off, but that just didn't fit into what they knew about Harry. They could discuss this later, though. Seamus was in no position to offer up his thoughts now, and he supposed Dean would be glad about that. When Seamus didn't know the answer to something, he tended to spout nonsense and insults, which weren't Dean's favourite thing to hear.
'That was very weird,' Dean finally said, pushing open the hospital wing door and leading him in to a bed. 'It'll be all over the castle tomorrow.'
'Yeah,' Seamus agreed distractedly, grabbing at the cardboard bowl that Madam Pomfrey handed him in the nick of time.