Ron frowned. In his current state he wasn't sure what Harry was talking about, though he figured Harry's 'no' could probably apply to just about everything Ron had just said or written or done tonight. Though it was also probably a good thing that he had shown up just now, and not a few minutes earlier, as venting his fury on the journal was probably the only thing that was keeping him from hauling off and punching hist best mate in the face.
Instead, Ron stood up (unsteadily), calmly poured the rest of the whiskey onto the floor, and then threw the bottle against the opposite wall. It shattered, but not as dramatically as Ron was hoping, and he could help but laugh. Just breaking something had him feeling better already.
"Rubbish anyway, no sense saving any. 'sides, we might want to torch the place on our way out."