"No, this is not a round with -friends-." Hermione practically spit those words, a touch of anger in her pale features. She tried to breathe herself into being a bit more calm, her slender frame sinking back onto the barstool behind the bar where she stood. Charlie couldn't know it all. There was nothing he could do but worry and make Ron's family worry more. "Forget it. Charlie, please. Forget I said anything." You've forgotten everything else. But she kept her lips sealed about that part.
She leaned over to pour herself a bit of water instead, pulling her eyes away from Charlie to focus on the sink behind the bar. A few locks of her bushy hair fell free and against her cheek, but most of it remain restrained behind at the nape of her neck.