Warrick looked around, yeah, it was emptying out, but that didn't usually bother him. The waitress brought him his butterbeer and he downed it in one drink.

"I don't really care," he admitted. "But, if you're more comfortable following everyone else back up to the castle...." His voice trailed off, he stood up, left some money on the table, including a tip, and offered his hand to the little woman.