Charlie smirked a bit, chewing the handful of crackers he had just shoved in his mouth before answering.
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Can you believe it? Can't decide if I should just toss 'em out, or what I should do with 'em." He shook his head a bit, snagging the box of crackers and his mug of wine. He circled around the sofa, and sat on the arm of the sofa near her feet. hadn't drank much since last Friday, thinking that if he did it would mean the end of his delicately constructed imagine of stability. Charlie had seemed to convince himself if appeared to be okay to everyone around him, he magically would be okay. He was worried that one drink would lead to six and that would lead to a breakdown. But, he couldn't see the harm in having a bit of wine with the Worst Supper Ever.
"Want any, by the way?" He asked, gesturing his with mug. "Hair of the dog, or whatever that saying is."