It was Zach's turn to laugh. It felt good, cutting through a bit of his confusion and hurt. He had no idea what was going on with Harry, since he had been busy trying to get the interviews and such done. Ron had been avoiding him and now there was some strange woman sitting in his lap and a man looking like he'd like nothing better than to crawl into his bed.
"I can't imagine it could be much different than growing up in a large family. The noise, I mean. I know that I often wished for siblings growing up." He looked around for a waitress and waved her over. "I'd like to buy the next two rounds, please. And bring me a bottle of firwhiskey as well. Thanks."
He turned to the woman sitting on Ron's lap and smiled. "A beautiful woman such as yourself surely deserves her own chair. Here, why don't you take mine?" He moved his chair next to Ron's and then moved back to his spot.