Demelza whipped her head around at the sound of a voice in such close proximity to her. "Waiting for a swell guy like you to buy me a drink of course." The blonde replied with a grin before pulling Dean into a hug. Although it had taken a little over a month to resume speaking to Dean, she was over that whole bit at least. It had good to chat with him the few times she had over the journals and even to hang out playing quidditch. Yet Demelza couldn't help but be a little nervous. Could she still be flirtacious with him or was that a no go now? She resisted the urge to take his hand out of old habit and instead put both hands around the mug of butterbeer just placed in front of her. The blonde picked up the glass for an initial sip before turning her attention back to Dean. "So I hear your siblings are being as delightful as ever, eh?"