"You should lighten up, let some gorgeous man get a grope or two in," he teased, leaning back against Ronan and getting in a grope of his own. He was amused at the wary way Bryn offered a hand.
He couldn't help the laugh that escaped when Bryn commented on the dreadlocks, the nickname immediately coming to mind. Hoping that Bryn remembered what he'd said about not using it, he turned attention to Jazz for a moment.
"He really shagged Oliver Wood?" He has half appalled, half jealous. His room had been decorated with posters of the man as a teenager, something which had amused his mother to no end. "He shouldn't worry so much, hardly anyone thinks the Quibbler is serious."