He shook his head, snagging some sweets from the bag as well. "Rosie's fine without me, mate. She's an adult. I'd like to go! It's been a few years for me, Harry. Camping's not so hard anymore."
Ron stood and walked over to a cupboard, pulling out a bottle of alcohol and two glasses. "I know you're only eighteen, but I figured after all you've been through, and since for you it wasn't that long ago, you might like a bit of fire whiskey." Setting the glasses on the table in front of the couch the boys were sharing, he poured a small amount of the reddish brown liquor into each glass.
"To friends," he said quietly, as he handed a glass to Harry and raised his own. "Here's hoping Hermione comes back."