Spencer burst into loud laughter as Ron went sprawling on the floor, and then, just because he was a good friend, "It's true, eh? Fought all sorts of beasts to save the world."
The barmaid tittered, looking upon the youngest redhead with new eyes. So *this* was that Ron Weasley. In her bar. How ideal.
As Megan made a note about George being her chaperone, Spencer's left eye twitched for just a moment. He quickly threw back another drink.
"Clods? Why don't you tell the young lady what you've got on your tongue there, mate?" Spencer laughed, and then, having now had almost as many drinks as Ron had, "And she doesn't need protecting from me, we used to date." He explained to the barmaid. "Right, Megsy?"