"So what'd you do over holiday, Seamus?" Seamus looked up from his chicken at the sound of Neville's question, grinning across the table at then other boy.

"Well," he said slowly, chewing his chicken as he spoke. He stuck his tongue out and winked at Lavender Brown, who made a disgusted noise at his lack of manners before turning away with a humph. "I spent most o' it wif me cousin Fergus. Righ' git, 'e is, but 'e finally got 'is own place an' wanted t' show if off." He swallowed his chicken, and then leaned in towards the table as he said secretively, "But 'oo cares about that? I've got something much more interesting t' talk about."

"What is it, Seamus?" Dean asked beside him, pushing Seamus back before he dipped his tie in the mashed potatoes.

Seamus brush Dean's hand off before saying, "There's a new student comin' t' 'ogwarts this year."

Dean snorted. "There's always new students, Seamus. They're called first years."

Seamus shook his head. "No, mate, a sixth year. A transfer."

Lavender whipped back around to stare at him with a little gasp. "A transfer student?" she exclaimed. "There's never any transfer students! Is it a boy?"

Seamus shook his head, and grinned as Lavender turned away, once again losing interest in the conversation. "Me sources tell me it's a girl."

Neville shook his head. "I don't believe it," he mumbled. "There's never been any transfer students before."

Seamus shrugged, picking up another piece of chicken. "You don' 'ave t' believe me, mate. I'm only sayin'. But you'll see. She'll probably be up there wif the firs' years, getting sorted. Personally," he added thoughtfully, before grinning widely at his friends, "I jus' 'ope she's good looking."


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Seamus let out a low whistle as the girl approached the table. He grinned. "See," he said, nudging Dean with his elbow. "I told you. An' she's good looking, too!" Dean pushed Seamus' elbow away, and Seamus vaguely registered Dean telling him to stuff it before he called out, "Oi! New girl! Congrats on making Gryffindor --best 'ouse in the 'ole school! What's your name? I'm Seamus."

((Lol, so so short. I'm sorry. My brain hurts. Dx))

Seamus' brow furrowed slightly as he looked at her --had her eyes just changed color? He was distracted from pointing it out as Dean burst out laughing. He elbowed his friend in the ribs --stupid git, laughing at Seamus' stupidity-- and said defensively, "I-- o' course I was listening! S'just --hard t' hear, is all. S'very loud in 'ere. Right, Dean?" Dean didn't answer, just kept laughing. Seamus scowled. "You'll 'ave t'excuse me friend Dean, Fenny," he said in a sad, dramatic voice. "'e took a Bludger t' the 'ead o'er summer 'oliday. Knocked 'is I.Q. down somethin' fierce."

Dean shook his head. "I've never been hi--"

"'e's in denial," Seamus cut in quickly, grinning at Fenella. He stood, placing his hand on the top of Dean's head and wailing, "Oh, me poor, poor Dean! Me best mate! I mourn the loss o' your former self!"

A bread roll hit him in the chest, followed by several people calling, "Shut up, Seamus." Seamus sank back into his seat, pouting.

"You all always 'ave t' ruin me fun. Wait a minute --did your eyes jus' change color?" he asked, leaning over to peer closely at Fenella's face. 

Seamus raised his eyebrows. They'd just changed again, he was sure of it. Maybe she was a Metamorphmagus? But then... He took in her nervous smile, the way she was avoiding her eyes, her twiddling fingers. It was obviously a subject she wanted to avoid. He nodded, and said, "Alright, then. Must 'ave been the lighting." He looked at her suspiciously once more, and decided that he'd find out, sooner or later. She'd have to tell him eventually --he was very persuasive. And annoying. He grinned at her again. "S'what made you wan t' come t' 'ogwarts?"

Seamus nodded again. "S'understandable," he said slowly. "'Course, it won't be quite so exciting around 'ere anymore, I s'pose. Not wifout Fred an' George. Right, Dean?" Dean made a noise of agreement through his mouthful of mashed potatoes. "Fred an' George are the Weasley twins," he explained. Just for good measure, he added, "Started up Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, they did."

"Oh, yeah," Seamus said, mimicking Fellena's tone. "Very tall. They are just so 'andsome, eh, Neville?" Seamus batted his eyelashes at the boy across from him, and Neville promptly turned bright red.

"I-I --I g-guess so, Seamus?" Neville stuttered, glancing nervously between Seamus and Fenella. Seamus burst out laughing at the look on the poor boys face.

"Only joking, Nev," he said with a grin. "But yeah," he turned his attention back to Fenella, "We've all been 'ere since firs' year. People don' normally transfer."

"Dunno," Seamus said. "Lemme check me schedule." He pulled the sheet of crinkled parchment from his robe pocket, and wrinkled his nose as he read it. "Pah! Double Potions? You've gotta be kidding me!" He turned to Fenella again with a sigh. "I hate Potions," he said. "What about you, Fen?" he grinned at her, purposely using a shortened version of her name to show he was trying to be her friend. Oh yeah. He was smooth.