Ari nodded. "Not terribly inclined to show up in the infirmary covered in plant stings. Ashley would simply assume whe'd been up to something in the greenhouse and no amount of arguing would convince her otherwise. She's really stubborn for a French witch, did you know that?"
She smiled fondly; she really did love her friend and was glad that the younger woman was there for her. "A daiquiri," she decided. "Peach." She smiled at his glancing around, squeezing his arm lightly to assure him he was fine.
Starting for the bar, she listened to the buzz of converesation around them. The laughter, the whispers, the discussion of things that had nothing to do with headmaster debates, werewolves, or bombings in Hogsmeade. It was nice ... getting away had definitely been a good plan.