"Twenty-one? Why twenty-one?" That was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard of. Frowning, Ron looked Needy up and down, considering her for a moment. She was just a girl. A tiny girl who probably couldn't even throw a punch. Also, she was cocky. Did she really thinks he could kick him down? Ron might have been a bit on the thinner side compared to some of the jocks he had played Quidditch against, but he was tall and strong all the same. Ron grinned, taking a step back. He held his arms out at his sides, almost as if he were daring her to actually go through with what she was throwing in his face. "Right. Put me down then, will you?" He grinned a bit more, looking thoroughly amused. "Or at least try to. Bet every galleon I have that you can't even get a hold of me." Not that he had many galleons to begin with, but yeah.
"Not yelling," he pointed out, "I'm being completely and entirely average toned about it. See?" He raised his brows, voice lowering just a notch. "Average. Why don't you let me in, yeah?"