"I'm going to pretend I have no idea what you're talking about," William said, because there was suddenly a lump in his throat and he wasn't sure how to ask are you into him? without coming off as even more of a jerk than he thought he probably already was. If he were more of a Gryffindor, he would probably address the whole Gabe-and-Pete love potioning and probable sexing-up issue in a display of bravery and forthright honesty. He grabbed Pete's elbow instead and started steering him toward the refreshment tables. "I need a drink. Possibly more than one."
He waved his Muggle police wand around, making the authentic siren noise until people moved out of their way and they could make it to the selection of adult beverages. "Should I get you a refill, or would that count as ignoble intentions?" He glanced around. "Where is your looming escort this evening?"