Dean smiled at him. He wouldn't have minded hearing about Drew being sad, but he rarely had any idea what to say to people who were in a funk. Dean didn't mind being a shoulder to lean on, but he didn't think he was the kind of guy who knew the right thing to say at the right time.
He straightened again, heading toward the stairs to look past them before heading up. "All right. Worried about things, but who isn't?" And snogging pureblood girls, which wasn't as common when one was muggleborn, but still. "Mostly just class and Quidditch practice, I suppose."