"Yeah? Well, you are. From now on." Ron folded his arms over his chest and looked away from her. "Oh? You met him in a book store, did you? Well! That changes everything, doesn't it? Remind me to ask the first girl I bump into at a Quidditch match if she wants to swing around for a snog as soon as the game is all good and over with, yeah? Could be a ruddy murderer for all you know..." Grumbling under his breath, Ron continued to distract himself with his drink. He'd gulp a glass down, then pour himself another round just as quickly. Maybe if he wasn't so peeved he'd have half the mind to slow down. But right now? He didn't seem to care less.
"She is. Not just personality wise either," Ron shot back. "She's looking quite well, if you know what I mean."