Melinda frowned. "Good point." The last thing she wanted was to end up turning into something in Mr. Weasley's place. "Though really, what type of bloke would turn his own father into a canary?"
Giving her friend a fond look, she smiled. "Yes, that's very true," she said.
"Ugh. No. The whole place is full of doom and gloom. Terribly difficult to flirt properly when they all have these morose and depressing expressions. Honestly, they all really just need to lighten up a bit." Looking over, she raised both brows. "What about you?"