It was probably just as well, though a little part of Verity missed the chance to do something reckless. "So, no giving the squid a show, then?" she said with an overly-dramatic sigh.
With the sound of popping joints, Verity levered herself up off the floor, and offered a hand to Ginny. They could go get the butter beer from the house elves (who had been politely ignoring them all this time and were therefore very all right in Verity's book). Anyway, moving around would dissipate some of the durm und strang.