It seemed to be a tradition of a pureblood home to have a liquor cabinet in every major room of the house, and Lily easy found a pair of glasses and a bottle of the preferred wine. It was a rose, sweet, and something she had developed a taste for over the summer. She poured two liberal glasses and crossed to hand one to her teacher.
"I have a feeling we'd be well matched, Professor Harrison," Lily said, layers of implication clear in her voice.
"I hope to find out, through the coming year. Shall we toast to it? To digging out the weeds, once and for all?"