"Hangover - you? Sorry, that concept is just...well...not possible," Minerva snorted, then finished off her coffee and taking out her wand summoned the coffee pot over to the table instead of her having to get up again.
"I've never seen you drink anything but one glass of wine at Christmas. But, I guess as you get older the body can't handle it as much. Which is why I'm going to have as much fun as I can," she told her father, not caring what he thought about it. After all - she was of age. It's not like he could ground her.
"It looked like a Hippogriff ate an entire can of paint and then threw up all over that jumper. You need to burn it. It doesn't deserve to live. To think that someone used good cloth too," Minerva said, clucking her tongue with disapproval.
"I know how muggles dress and how muggle men dress and if you're going on a date with Professor Silver, you should look perfect." Minerva glanced up and down at Neville then shrugged.
"Well, as close to perfect."
Pouring herself out another cup of coffee and adding three heaping teaspoonfuls of sugar, Minerva stirred the black liquid with a spoon.