"Drunk on victory," George said, then tipped the bottle back. He was feeling pretty warm all over. That was nice. There was a lot of leftover elation still running through him from their victory, and the butterbeer - and the company - just made it better. Had he been grumpy about something before?
Oh yeah. He studied Katie out of the corner of his eye. "Bet they're hurting right now. Lost some important people." He wasn't sure if she knew... wasn't sure he wanted her to know.