Fred glanced up at the bearer of the voice and raised a brow inquiringly. "Not until you take it, mate," he answered, taking another gulp of his drink. Fred prided himself on being somewhat intelligent and he knew for a fact he'd seen that face before. And now he was putting that face to a name and he was now realizing that Zach Smith was Zacharias Smith of poncy git fame that rivaled that of Percy.
Luckily, Fred was not the type to hold a grudge on someone who hadn't seemed very poncy in their few correspondences since. He grinned his famous Fred Weasley grin and said, "So, you're a blonde, after all."