Davy knew that Lavinia was temperamental. He couldn't say he understood her (well, he could, but he'd be lying), but having dated her as well as gone to school with her for a number of years, he at least understood that she was temperamental. He also understood that sometimes she was unreasonably temperamental. Maybe it was the couple of beers he'd already had, maybe it was his natural Hufflepuffian predisposition to help people up when they were down, maybe it was that he really liked her hair and thought she was cute, but Davy could not help but think the girl Lavinia'd just dissed so thoroughly didn't look like she'd really deserved it.
"Hey. Alright?" he asked, grinning slightly and generally looking endearingly dorky as he approached the girl, holding his third beer, already having eaten.