"Sorry, Finnigan, can't serve alcohol to minors," Harry said, not even bothering to look at Seamus while answering; it was first when he had finished his retort that he turned to look down the opposite end of the table, grinning a toothy grin. "Try again in a couple of years when you can apply to be a counselor, and I'll see what I can do."<br/>Across the several on going conversations between himself and Seamus, Harry could barely hear his reply, but he saw his smile, which Harry gladly returned before turning his attention back onto his end of the table.<br/>"Is there room for me here?" he asked, in both a different volume and tone, to Draco who was sitting on the far end of one of the benches. There was a soft smile on Harry's feature as he tried to judge whether or not Draco actually prefered to enjoy his dinner in peace.