George, Katie, Open
George snorted at that. Katie and Hagrid. He laughed again. "I think he's got a few inches on everyone, Kates," he responded, beyond amused. Taking another drink, he eyed the half empty glass thoughtfully. Perhaps he shouldn't be drinking. It had been a while since the last time. A immobilizing hangover was not something he was looking forward to. On the other hand, a few drinks couldn't hurt in the long run, so long as he kept in mind not to overdue it. It had been a while since he'd last had a spot of fun.
Taking another drink, he turned to look at Katie again. "I feel like this place needs to be a little more lively?" Sure, there were other patrons in the Three Broomsticks, but this was a party right? Who didn't like a party? "Don't you agree? It's kind of stiff in here."
George had a million ideas, a box of WWW products not too far away and a pocket full of Weasleys' Wildfire Whiz-bangs. Oh yes, they could certainly have some fun.