"Not anymore he's not," Harry responded with a cheeky grin, sliding in on the other side of Neville. He gave both of his friends a clap on the shoulder and made a quick trip to the bar and ordered a round for them, nevermind the fact that some had already been ordered. It was New Years Eve, after all.
Harry had seen Teddy earlier on in the day and then had spent the majority of his day doing random flying drills at the Pitch, mostly just to clear his head and because he enjoyed it. He'd been frozen stiff by the time he'd stopped and was still cold, ready for a shot of Ogden's to warm him from the inside out.
Thanks to Neville's lack of scratching out skills, Harry had an idea of who this mystery man was. On one hand, he hoped he was wrong because Zacharias Smith was not exactly his idea of the perfect mate for Neville. But the way he looked at it, as long as Neville was happy, he really didn't care who he was shagging(or getting shagged by).
"So, ready to bring in the New Year?" He asked amiably when he came back, while looking around the packed pub for signs of both Zacharias and OR Jack. He wasn't sure if the artist would show up, seeing as how he didn't want his brothers finding out about him, and the Leaky was a really popular spot.