Well, I trust your ability to make a hex. Seems like loads of people have journals and will respond," he said with a grin. He looked serious again, "I know I've said it before, but I'm just hoping they'll think I can do some good. I'm pretty lucky to be able to call you lot friends. I trust I can say that now that we're proper acquainted, and you're not just Harry's friend or Ron's girl-not that I ever really knew you much as that, heh. Happened a bit after my time, you see."
He saw her smile speaking about Ron and smiled himself. Now there was a look he wanted to see on a witch thinking about him. "Yes, they definitely are. We can't be bad off with them working with the Aurors."
He finished his drink finally, and went to put it by the sink for her. Something still pulled at him. He wondered something. "Why aren't you an Auror like them, though? I mean, I'm glad if it means we can have this little meeting, but...you had to have a million O.W.Ls/N.E.W.Ts, yes? Not that it's any of my business, of course, I was just wondering."