[Ron makes himself roll his eyes, like Evan is the one being ridiculous about the dumb hat. Really, he's just fighting the urge to apparate out into the woods somewhere where it's probably safe from weird muggle rock bands.
Pulling the hat off and tossing it onto the table, Ron arches his eyebrows at Evan.]
I'm not going to St. Mungo's for a bloody hat. Wait, your patrons? You own this place?
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Pulling the hat off and tossing it onto the table, Ron arches his eyebrows at Evan.]
I'm not going to St. Mungo's for a bloody hat. Wait, your patrons? You own this place?