"As you clearly should. I am pretty amazing and I come with pizza delivery." Sally-Anne didn't need Morag to be a hostess. She didn't come over to be taken care of or looked after. She was here to make sure her friend wasn't losing her head or curled up in a ball on the floor. She had a decent view at any rate and she wasn't above looking, even if she should be. She took a drink of the beer, needing away to wash the grease from her mouth.
"Don't be modest, not to me. If I can't brag than who can? It's more than I have been able to do lately." Percy Weasley was a thorn in her side. Not only did he make homosexuals seem like perverted freaks with no morals but he was whispering in ambassador's ears. Ambassadors she had been working on winning over. It was hard to feel like you were running against a brick wall. It was nice to think there was someone getting something done.
"They're giving you a break now, yeah? You're always gorgeous but you're looking a bit knackered."