"Oh — She's been here for so long and seems to know so many people, that I keep thinking she seems to know everyone." Rose gives a soft smile, fond and a little nostalgic. It's still strange; for her, Sharon was nine years old not that long ago. And now... she's in her twenties.

"It's so different from how she was when she was little. She was so shy."

Rose glances back to the octopus, pauses just a moment, and then offers a little smile and lift of her fingers to him to catch his attention. "Yes, Harry? I'll take one of what she's got, thank you."

The drink quickly gets slid into her hands, and Rose takes an experimental sip, before giving an approving hum. "It is good. I haven't had a drink like this in ages."