After your talk with Seamus earlier today, you decided you were going to be the one to orchestrate plans with him, so now you're walking to his room. You approach the third-year boy's dormitory and give it a gentle knock, hoping only Seamus is inside. The faint sound of papers rustling and books falling can be heard through the door as someone shuffles closer to the entryway.
"Hey Y/n, come on in," Seamus says, opening the heavy wooden door.
"Oh, alright," you giggle, watching the boy struggle to gather himself.
"Sorry I just...uh," he begins, looking around his dormitory, noticing its disastrous state.
"Don't you share this room?" you start to laugh, not understanding how it can get to this point.
"Yes, but you see, I was just casually levitating my book across the room when I got an unexpected knock at the door. My concentration may have faltered and I may have thrown said book into my bookshelf, causing everything to collapse," he answers with a frustrated smile.
"Got it. Should we study in my dorm? I think everyone's out right now," you suggest, still chuckling over his misfortune.
"Yeah, let me just," he mutters under his breath, grabbing some parchment off the floor and his potions book.
You watch him gather the things he needs and smile to yourself as you admire his mannerisms. You've always found him amusing, the way he carries himself is just so entertaining, especially when he's in an agitated condition like this. The way he keeps himself composed while still showing that he's annoyed is rather comical.
He stands up from the cluttered floor and starts out the dormitory, pausing, allowing you to lead the way. The girls' and boys' dormitories are only five or six meters apart, making the journey no longer than twenty seconds.
"Welcome," you say in a proper tone, putting your arm out elegantly as you invite him into the room.
He chuckles softly and walks into your dorm, examining the room before settling down at your desk.
"What has our good professor given us this time?" you ask with a sigh, pulling a chair up to your desk.
"Something terrible I presume," Seamus responds, shuffling through the papers to find the assignment.
"An essay on undetectable potions. We have to write an essay," you groan, putting your head in your hands.
"He tells us each time he assigns work and I continue to forget each and every time," Seamus replies with an exaggerated expression.
"Well it's just 'cause we always wait until the night before, so we forget," you exhale.
"Oh, you're not going to believe this," he says, pulling out a different piece of parchment and showing it to you.
"We have to collect all of the ingredients for the Wiggenweld Potion by tomorrow morning?" you respond to the paper before you in such shock, that you almost can't fathom the words.
"Let's start this essay and then get to that later," he proposes, unsurely.
"Yeah, let's," you agree with a tinge of pain in your voice.
"So undetectable potions are... undetectable and..." Seamus says, jokingly falling asleep.
"Come on, we got this," you tell him, enthusiastically clapping your hands a few times.
"I'll write this first part and then you write the second part and we can paraphrase each other's work after," he says, forcing himself to focus on the task.
