#3 Seamus

Seamus looked at the letter that was lying on the table. He wasn't sure what he was going to write back to his mother. The words "You are not gay; it's all in your head" were still etched on his mind.

"Seamus?" He turned to his right as Ron plopped next to him, a book in his hand.

"What are you doing up late?"

"Helping Harry with the egg for the second task. Why are you awake?"

Seamus shrugged. Ron picked up the letter, passed it to him, and kept the book on the table.

"Is it the letter?" He asked after a few seconds. Seamus's eyes filled with tears.

" Yeah, um... my mom found out some stuff about me, and she is upset,"

"Did she find out that you set Flitwick on fire in last week's Charms lesson?" Ron looked up at him in shock.

"No, some other stuff," 

Ron went back to his book.

"She found out I am gay. She thinks its' because I share dorms with four other boys,"

"Bloody hell! That's hippogriff's dung!" Ron almost yelped in shock.

"I know right,"

"Charlie lives with dragons; that doesn't mean he is into dragons, is it?" Seamus nodded in a no.

"Thanks, mate,"

"Anytime." He nodded back, and Seamus stood up.

"Hey, do you know how to hold your breath underwater for about an hour?"