"Perhaps I will have to take lessons," George said, "but not...show and tell lessons..." He chuckled. "I love you, mate, but... well."
He raised an eyebrow at his friend. "That shop is nothing but hotness. It calls to all the ladies." His eyes narrowed. "Hey, now," he said, "there's a girl in Ravenclaw who looks almost just like her. I am going to call you wrong on your assessment, Oliver."
He sat back on the stool, spinning the shotglass between his fingers. "Passing? I dunno. I thought it was going to be. One or two times and then we move on to whatever's next. But then... well, why give up on a good thing?"