"Aw, now I can't have my ickle brother being a wall flower and party pooper," Minerva said, her grin wide and mischievous. "Think of all the snogging from cute girls you'd be missing out on if you left now!"
Minerva nodded up at the mistletoe that was hovering around the pub.
She wrinkled her nose at the pumpkin juice, plucking it out of his hand. "Blech, you still drink that crap? No, no, no. You need something better than that. Loosen up a bit, if possible."
Minerva went to the bar and got Frankie a cup of egg nog that was spiked with rum. "Here ya go. You want another, just lemme know yeah? See, your sis ain't so bad is she?"