Dean took the seat and sat his portfolio on the empty chair at the side of the table, but he didn't take anything out yet. He wanted to eat first - he'd been up long enough that his hangover potions had all kicked in, but he felt like he should keep food in his stomach and drink a lot of fluids, just in case. He really had had too much to drink last night with Seamus.
"That's a good idea. Get the focus off of .... " He cleared his throat, hating to say it, then went on, "Off of Harry. He woudn't have wanted the attention anyway. And onto moving on, or whatever, helping the people who're still fighting and struggling with it. The Aide Office might help you there, yeah? Seems like something they'd get behind. Didn't they do some big Muggleborn and Proud thing with the Weird Sisters and what all? I even saw those adverts while I was in the States." But when it came to marketing, if that was what they wanted Dean for, it was out of his element. He was an artist, that was about it.