Henry wasn't always nosy, for reference. But his best mate in the world, and the person he looked to the most for direction and help and example - he wasn't doing so well. Declan hadn't been himself since seeing Dom at the club a while prior, and now Henry had trouble letting the man out of his sight unless he knew Dec had some plan or other. So when the woman said she hoped his day had not been too dreadful, he listened a bit harder.
"It wasn't nearly as bad as it could've been," Declan said, making Henry feel a bit better. Sure, it wasn't exactly a perfect way of saying it, and it didn't mean that Declan had actually had a good day. But it was something, and Henry would take it.
Henry heard her laugh, and he could admit that he was glad to see that he had made her smile, but he continued to act like he was fully invested in the match. Her question took him by surprise, though. For some reason, he hadn't pegged her as the drinking sort in that sense. "Goldschläger," Henry suggested without looking over at first. When he did turn, however, he added: "Forty percent alcohol. Plus it tastes like cinnamon. If you mix it with a bit of soda it tastes like Christmas in a cup."
"Henry's favorite for the holidays," Declan announced, a smirk curving his lips. "It's a bit of a girly drink as far as most people are concerned, but-"
"But," Henry interjected, narrowing his eyes at his friend, "it's bloody delicious." Directing his focus solely on the woman to his right, he offered his most charming grin. "I'll buy us a couple if you like."
He didn't have to look up to know that Declan had a surprised but fairly curious expression on his face. Henry wasn't necessarily one to hold back, but he never tried to chat up any of Declan's friends. Not until now, at least. What was it about this girl? Henry wasn't sure. Perhaps he was just bored and found her interesting enough. It hardly mattered now, though, because once he began, there was rarely anything that could convince the Gryffindor graduate to stop himself.