Right on, the man wasn't just weird, but insane, too, not that it was surprising. The entire world was upside down lately.
"Mate, I feel for you." He loved his cousin, but he couldn't imagine working with her all day long. Then again, there were days when he couldn't imagine working for his father. "Thanks," he said, taking the drink. "You know that drinks should never be pink, or any colour other than blue, green or amber, I'll even go with gold for beer. This-" He looked at the glass. "Looks something that twelve year olds should be drinking." That of course didn't stop him from trying it. There was alcohol in it, so it wasn't that bad.
James snorted at the question. "What are you, a bloody Hufflepuff?" No one else would ask the question. Slytherins were too underhanded for such direct questions, Gryffindors couldn't bother and Ravenclaws would find it illogical. "You are, aren't you? And no, a glass of alcohol doesn't make you my best friend, but I'm not thinking about hexing you."