The Hufflepuff jumped slightly when Trelawney scolded him and mentioned that he’d have to leave the meat here. What had he done wrong now? Nothing. He could not have. All he did was ask a bloody question! Was asking questions a crime now? Well … maybe it was in Cassandra Trelawney’s mind. And what a scary thought that was.

Simply nodding his head, acting as if he had never jumped a little to begin with, he left the steak pressed up to his left eye and left it at that. Just as long as he would leave the hospital without a black eye, he would be happy with that. At least he would not have this huge disease-looking thing on his face that would make him look like someone had beaten him up; his handsome face black eye free. Thank Merlin for that too!

Glancing up at Trelawney once again, he let out a long sigh and thought of something to say to her that would show that he was appreciative of what she had done for him. Seth simply chose the easiest and painless words after spending a number of moments of thinking of the right words to say. Thanking people for something they had done for him was not exactly his strongest trait.

“Thank you, Miss Trelawney,” the fifth year said, trying his best to show that he really was thankful. “Without you, I’d probably end up with this eye being black for who knows how long.” See! That was not so hard now, was it?