Seamus is staring at the Slytherin table again.
He's been doing that every day for the better part of a month.
Dean hasn't worked out who he's staring at yet, but it's only a matter of time.
Dean has decided it's his duty as Seamus' best friend to play matchmaker. Now, if only he could see -
Ah! Seamus is blushing and turning away. Who's looking over here?
Wait. Malfoy? Seamus likes Malfoy? Dean wouldn't have thought he was his type.
Oh well, to each his own, and if that's what Seamus wants…
This is certainly going to be interesting.
Smeagol doesn't want to hurt the Master.
He doesn't! But the Other says that if the Master dies, then the Precious will be theirs again.
Smeagol tries not to listen to the Other. He wants to do very bad things, wants to hurt the Master. But the Precious, it calls. It wants to go back to Him.
Smeagol didn't want to hurt Deagol, either. But Deagol had the Precious, and he wouldn't let go.
The Other says She could take care of the Master and the fat hobbit both. No promises broken then.
And Smeagol thinks, perhaps he'll let Her.