George snorted into his lager and knocked the glass back. He wasn't about to be outdone by some nancyboy Keeper. He nudged the now empty glass toward the bar matron and laced his fingers behind his head.
"Oliver, old friend, you have just described every single girl in Ravenclaw, and about half a dozen in Hufflepuff." He glanced up at the two girls and grinned. "Yeah? Invite them over, then."