Ron shrugged, attempting to reach for his wand to summon the firewhiskey to him but not being able to locate it or able to do the spell frankly.
"Couldn'" He said, shrugging again and scratching his neck. "Dun like me like t'at, does she?" He mumbled, feeling rather depressed about it. "Prolly hex m'lips off or sumthin'."
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