"That doesn't mean anything, I barely knew most of the girls in Gryffindor outside of Ginny and Hermione. Most of them thought I was a Squib for years." He watched her walk back around the counter. Now that she mentioned it, a drink sounded like the perfect thing. "What do you have back there?" He smacked his lips noticing now how dry they had gotten from talking, "I'm fine, I'm sure in another week I'll be well adjusted."