Charlie & Morag
"Only on good days," came her careless response, before she slurped down at least an inch of whiskey. She was reasonably sure about how her usual muscle mass and density affected her drinking, but she'd have to pay attention now -- it'd be ironic, somehow, if her male form had a lower tolerance for the good drink than did her smaller female form, but she could appreciate irony.
"Ah. Mister Weasley." She remembered, and thrust her hand into his with a firm shake that had naught to do with her gender. "A pleasure. And I am, thank you. It's been a fun experiment, though I'm looking forward to it getting figured out and cured. My jarvey doesn't recognise me, and he's gotten mouthier than usual. Gives me a right headache."