"Bell should just learn to stay out of hospital," Clint retorted. "Let's be honest. We've all known her since she was a skinny little shite that played for Gryffindor and even then I remember Wood bitching us out for landing her in a bed with only Pomfrey to deal with whatever the fuck she'd done." He shrugged. "That woman flies without any recourse or thought." He was semi-envious about that. Katie Bell was fearless and when she was knocked down... she got right back up. "I'm sure she'll be up and about soon and you can get back to normal...or whatever constitutes normal for England."
With the arrival of the very lovely waitresses, Clint didn't get a chance to ask for a more detailed explanation as to what was going on with his cousin. But, that was fine with him. Only so long you could talk about the women in your lives and how they were driving you mental. Watching with amusement as Marcus eyed the gorgeous woman standing next to him, Clint's attention shifted to the pretty little red head sent his way as she sat on the arm rest of his chair.
"I agree," Clint said, taking a drink. "Whyever would we want to blow money up there when we could stare at you lovely creatures?" The red head giggled and glanced at the blonde who was looking like she'd enjoy using Marcus's lap as a seat. Clint just laughed when he noticed Adrian's selective disinterest. Man always seemed capable of shaming the shit out of him with his perfection. "Ladies. I believe my cousin could use more to drink. He's a decidedly wet rag this evening. We should try to cheer him up."