Demelza was still on the fence about whether or not even that simple hug was a good idea. Despite her ability to keep hold of her butterbeer and resist the urge to hold his hand, now all she could think about was how she felt when Dean's strong arms were around her. How safe she felt. How bloody toned his muscles were. How her chilled skin was engulfed in warmth in a matter of seconds.
Fortunately, the conversation was able to at least somewhat distract her from all of these thoughts...and another urge to hold his hand. "Oh yeah this guy Dean has mentioned 'em a time or two in his journal." She replied with a smirk. "I've been...well bored mostly." The blonde shrugged. The statement was true but it was the simple version of things. This easy way out failed to mention how before she'd gone to Morocco with the family she had moped around the house, eaten way too much ice cream, and cried half the time. She was better now though. She simply could not dwell on it because there were far too many eligble batchelors in the wizarding world. Perhaps she'd even find a Ravenclaw to please her mum. "How about you?"