She snorted at the way he answered, but gladly lifted her glass to collide with his before taking a long sip of beer, lowering it down as she swiped the back of her hand along her lips, getting rid of the excess moisture. “That’s to be expected, after the day you’ve had…” Turning to him, she carefully linked her free arm through the only good one he had, careful to not make him spill his drink as she lead him over to the table she had been sitting at since she had arrived.
“I think there’s a few people over here that would like to buy you a shot or two.” She turned to him with another smile. “Don’t worry, there’s always room for you on my couch if things get too out of hand.” She was in a good mood, which was pretty rare. Well, not necessarily rare, but most of the time she was indifferent towards things, or sitting depressed in her flat, unable to do so much as move unless she was literally forcing herself to get out of bed in order to go to practice, or play a game.
Quidditch acted as a distraction for her, and it was where she took out most of her frustrations.
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