“I swear first years are getting more and more annoying. Is that because we are getting older?” Marie asked with a chuckle as she settled against Roarke. She was comfortable around the Gryffindor having formed a bond with him years ago. He was one of the few people that Marie could be herself around, not all prickly and defensive.
She took the bottle back and took another drink. “You’re going to have to show me your place since I showed you mind, big guy.”