"I think I like the determined bit better," Ron said with a laugh, "makes me sound a bit more bearable than...y'know, I actually am." He could be a right pain when he wanted to be. But Ron figured that it was a good thing, as only the best could handle his stubborn attitude. He figured, anyway.
He considered bringing out the beer, but he didn't think that Hermione would approve of the early drinking. Ron snatched up two bottles butterbeer instead and walked over to where she was standing, extending one her way. His brows instantly flew upward at the mention of the DA. They hadn't been in the DA for years, had they? Merlin, fifth year. Good times, what with the rebellion against that hag Umbridge and all. "Are you serious?"