Daphne had glanced over upon seeing a flash of red from the corner of her eye. There was only one red that could look quite so towntrodden as that, and it was the infamous Weasley red, which Weasley it belonged to, she wasn't entirely sure of, even as she recognized him as one of the older lot.
She watched him down one pint, then another, and start on a third. Her nose crinkled slightly at the notion of so many useless calories. Liquor was certainly the way to go in her mind. Alcohol was rarely lady-like, but she found liquor to be the best option out of those she was offered. "Don't you think you've had enough?" she asked him dryly, having taken the final sip of her own drink.