"Mmm," Dean said in a non-committal way. "Yeah, we probably could, although I doubt that would be especially difficult," he said with a little smile, swirling his pint a little.
"So, you been up to much apart from working and bumping into people neither of us have seen in years?" he asked. He hated that they lived so far apart and had such busy schedules, and yet he still loved his flat so he didn't want to move.
He pressed his lips together as a man somewhere behind Seamus' shoulder did something especially uncoordinated and managed to almost throw several drinks across the room thanks to tripping on apparently nothing at all. He thought it might make a wonderful Muggle-style picture, the sloshing drinks as the man teetered on his toes.