"You're old news, Potter. No one cares about the hero of the tale any longer. Well, until you do something even the little bit scandalous. And then you'll be painted across the pages of the Prophet with countless witches and wizards judging you for something as shocking as having a drink with an old friend. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if the Prophet announced our engagement tomorrow." Susan brushed some hair back away from her face and spotted her parents across the room, whispering with Mrs. Chang about something.
Susan finished her glass and poured herself another. "Well, we can start with all these Quidditch players. They are our own little melodrama and, Merlin, they are ridiculous."