Zacharias and Harry
Zacharias nodded, taking another sip of his drink, finishing it. He kept his thoughts to himself, but they mostly involved thinking about how it wasn't fair to provide a very niche date idea that only certain people would like, either. He just knew better than to voice his opinion on such things. "Wandlore could be interesting," he agreed. Beards, though? No. But wandlore... "Can't hurt to know more about a tool lots of people can take for granted." Or so he thought. After all, wands were rather important instruments wizards and witches used, but how often were they really thought about and well cared for? Or even given thought on their origins? He didn't have any interest in making wands, but he did find their history interesting.
With a little shrug, he said, "Hope you have a good time, whatever you end up doing." And he meant it, even if he wasn't a big fan of Harry's, even if he mostly meant it because he liked Ernie enough to not want things to be terrible for him. "Anyway, I'm going to get another drink," he raised the empty bottle to indicate what he meant. "Have a good night. And good luck avoiding Skeeter," he said, turning and heading back inside, thinking about getting his drink to go.