[There's a part of York's teenage instincts that just wants to drag her off to Gryffindor Tower and make like bunnies, but an older internal voice tells him to remember that he really would like to keep those genitals when he grows up, thank you very much. So as it is he just lights up when she grabs his wrist and willingly lets himself be dragged along.]
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I'll have--uh--butterbeer.
[Is it alcoholic? York's not even sure he cares.]