It had been a bad day in Defence Against The Dark Arts. Half the class was probably on their way to the loo, to chuck up the contents of their stomaches. It even haunted Seamus, as he made his way up to the common room. He was definitely not going to Potions class after that ordeal.

The echoes of the spell reverberated through his mind.

Crucio. Crucio. Crucio.

Slipping slightly on one of the steps, lost in thought, Seamus grabbed onto the railing to stop himself falling. Only a second afterwards did he notice that there was a spider centimeters from where his hand had slammed down.

Stare.

He'd been close to squashing the thing. Averting his eyes, he shooed it away, over the edge of the railing, waiting as it descended to an area that students could not reach without summoning charms or something of the like.

"Stay there," he mumbled quietly, leaning over a bit farther to warn it. "There might be a few Slytherins about that want to practise what their Defence Professor just showed them."

With that, he started toward the common room again, frown etched deep on his brow.