"Yeah, but I was the one you were hoping it would be," he said jokingly. He had been joking with Juniper about that ever since Evan Carmichael had proposed to her all those years ago.
He sniffed the air, recognizing the lavender he had missed the first time. "Ah, well, then it'll turn out better than it should, arguably as well as it would under the waxing crescent."
Alistair grabbed a spoon and dipped into the mixture and then spat it out as quickly as he tasted it. "Why didn't you warn me you hadn't added the sugar?!"
After finding a napkin to wipe his hands with, he replied, "Just working the oddest hours ever. It drives Horatio nuts. He never knows when to sleep during the day and when to sleep during the night. It's a good thing he can let himself in and out, too. And I keep telling Nott that it isn't torment, that he's about to witness the biggest breakthrough in wizardry since Dumbledore discovered the 12 uses of Dragonsblood, but he never believes me."