Harry let his shoulders droop as Ron hugged him, but yet was grateful for the comfort. “I just don’t get why Dumbledore doesn’t play more of a hand. He has the influence too. Whatever…NO TIME TO MOPE.” He grabbed Ron around the shoulders as well, “TIME TO DRINK.”
As he was shoved away, Harry smirked, bouncing after the redhead, “But, baby! Come on! Okay you can keep your classes sugarplum-“ As they ducked into the doorframe, Harry called out cheerfully, “Oi! One of everything!”
At his bellow, the current patrons all whirled and stared in awe/shock/reverence/love/lust etc…