"I know-" Harry's eyes remained a bit dull, "But he's ace, you know - just even more Ministry asshattery. And I thought we were past those days."
"See, this is what I am talking about. Those classes have put all sorts of hippie nonsense in your head! I think it's about time you withdraw and come home where you belong." Harry grabbed Ron's shoulder again, clapping the shoulder blade. "Now, now - don't pout - you know I make sense."
The smell of burgers, fries and other greasy foods came wafting through the air as they approached McMinnie's. What made it even more appealing was the faintest trace of the sweet scent of alcohol.