Julius took a sip of the wine - savouring it for a moment before he swallowed. It was just as Slughorn had said it would be - rich and certainly alcoholic but in a very drinkable way. Julius would not have chosen a glass for himself, especially not as it was red, but it was nowhere near as bitter as he found most reds. In fact, it would only take a small amount to get someone unused to wine drunk. He took another, slower sip - not wanting to be without his wits. He knew where the evening was heading but that didn't mean he wanted someone else to control it. "I think you should order a crate. It's very nice."
"I'm not interested in Quidditch. Too many things flying at you, someone could get seriously hurt." He said, thinking quietly about current and possible members of the other Quidditch teams and how some of them would be only too delighted to send a bludger at his head. "It's a shame Honyedukes didn't take up your suggestion - you might have received a bit of a bigger selection at Christmas rather than your usual wine, port and pineapple, but yes, the Butterscotch are very nice - I'm sure the forth year boy's will like them especially"
He took another swallow of the wine, wondering how long they were going to make small talk together but maybe he could learn a little something about Slughorn's plans for this year and his new choice of Slug Club members. It was always a good way of telling who would in a few months time be occupying the seat Julius was in now, drinking the wine and being complimented on his or her many talents.