"What? The strange blokes club? You're not supposed to know about that club," he admonished, taking up the items the House Elves were dropping off and debating what he wanted to make. He asked for a bag of crisps, giving a laugh at T.J.'s lactose comment.

"You're nuts, you know that? You realize that ice cream, even melted, still is dairy, right? Because, news flash. That's the case."

Wincing at the mention of Lizzie's schedule, he gave a shrug. "Naw. See, she's got it all worked out so that I'll be able to go back to Hogsmeade after the holiday break. But then, I don't get what she's all hot and bothered about with the marks. Mum knows I don't get O's." Because, what was the point? "She'll relent and let me back. She was just mad about the dumb OWL results." Okay, so maybe failing most of them hadn't been smart, but that was, that was just life. Sometimes. Wasn't it?

It was the next bit that had him frowning as he was taking the bag of crisps and pouring them into the sandwich makings. He'd no idea, really, what he was creating, but he didn't add ice cream to it. Looking it over carefully, he brought it to his mouth for a bite. It wasn't going to win any sort of award, but it was interesting nonetheless.

"She just...I don't know, it's like a Gryffindor thing? She's strong-willed. That's all." There. That was defending his girl. At least a little bit.