Re: Ron and Tate
Ron blinked a bit, confused about the blur of action, and awkwardly patted Tate on the back, until he withdrew from Ron. He smiled a bit, still a bit focused on the series of bets he wanted to place, and still a bit confused about why he was getting a random hug from Tate in the middle of a quidditch game. He shifted a bit, to see if he could look over Tates shoulder subtly to see if he could see where the bookie went before focusing back on his friend.
“Yeah, it’s been a little while.” Ron said a bit flustered, it was hard to explain his sudden drop off from the bars, but it was the easiest way to avoid being caught up in all the gambling he promised George he wouldn’t do (this was different, he was sure of it, because he was sure he would make a smart investment). “I didn’t really advertise it I guess, didn’t know you’d be here either.” Ron shrugged again, but tried to be polite. “What’ve you been up to, Mate?”