Seamus lazily dipped another soldier into his runny boiled egg, his gaze fixed on a point far away on the other side of the Great Hall. He felt melancholy, but he didn’t know why. Umbridge was nowhere to be seen, Gryffindor had just won the Quidditch Cup, and yet when he thought of that victory, that’s when this strange feeling struck him.
When the Gryffindor team had emerged from the changing rooms, he’d been the first one to run and hug Ron. Pulled him close and felt Ron’s ear against his cheek, red with happiness…
Seamus smiled softly to himself.
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