"Most Slytherins are rather unobservant then," Scarlett said, sliding a look at him. "Only I don't buy the caring, concerned thing one bit even if you are my friend because you're still an Auror... Why do you really want to prosecute Massimo?"
Scarlett made drinks whilst Cass played at the table, taking one of Miles' better bottles of whiskey and pouring them three fingers each. "I'd say so," she agreed, taking a sip of hers and watching him. He moved away with only one ball and the eight on the table and she looked at her own three, hoping to hell she could pull this off.
Lining up the shot, she stroked one into the pocket with ease, the second just as easily. She thought she'd gotten the third but it veered off course and she missed it, leaving her even with him and fuming at herself. "I want to be wined and dined like any other woman would want to be," she said, shooting him a somewhat coy look. "Although I'll have you know that I'm not that easy to please. Just ask Miles."