Oh shit.

I'm ... I ... I just can't say anything. This is all so ... erg ...

Better start at the beginning. Yeah, so, I spent most of Saturday helping <lj-user="colin__creevey"> with the banners and decorations, and I have to say they looked damn good when they were all set up, even if <lj-user"potterstinks"> couldn't find a nice word to say about them. It's all right, Malfoy, we know you're pathologically unable to say anything complimentary to anybody unless someone is ramming a red hot poker up yer arse.

Then ... well. The Ball was a complete waste of time anyway, and I spent most of it standing round at the edge. Might as well let the others have their fun - no sense in trying to spoil it or anything, so I figured I'd stay as unobtrusive as possible. Then, of course, true to form, Fred and George try to pull a fast one. Seamus was already reeling about pissed on Guinness, I'd imagine, and suddenly everyone's stuck to each other. I went for a walk at that point, down by the lake and so on, a fair lick from the castle, I guess. I suppose I was pissed off. Hell, actually I <i>was</i>. Right ... and ... uh ... this is where it starts getting a little weird. OK.

Basically Seamus kissed me. And it was ... well ... the last thing I ever expected him to do. And then he got all panicky and ran off.

And I haven't seen him since. I need to talk to him.

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