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Dean comes up behind Seamus after Potions and he just sort of...stands there.
"What do you want?" Seamus says, "please don't ask me another question about..."
"...Parvati!" Dean answers for him. "Little Miss. Patil you fancy her, do you?"
"Dean," Seamus says, "Parvati is a very nice young lady!" But then he is taken over by laughter and promptly covers his mouth.
"Oh please," Dean says, "you fancy her...the way you look at her...the way she looks at you...the way you give her your last bit of scone..."
"I hate scones!" He interjects.
"That isn't the point!" Dean goes on doggedly. "The point is, she's obviously a girl you care about."
"Hmmm?"
"You care about her," he says, "you do! And not only that, you love her! You're in love, mate!" He slaps Seamus on the back and Seamus coughs.
"You really believe in all that?" He laughs, perhaps bitterly. "All of that love like our Mummy's and Daddy's had or thought they had or...whatever?"
"Course I believe in it," Dean says simply, taking a large bite of a sour apple. "'Course I do."
"Bull," Seamus mutters darkly and kicks the brick wall angrily.
Then he curses under his breath and begins walking to Charms. Dean follows him.
"And plus," Dean adds, "when you really love someone you want them to be happy...and scones make Parvati happy! See...you want to make her happy!"
Seamus snorts at the simplicity of it all and it's obvious that the above statement is the truth.
For all time.
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