RP: A call to order - the leaders of Carrow-regime DA When: 8 February 2004 Who: Luna, Ginny, and Neville Where: Luna and Ginny's flat above Tattered Pages Private/Public: Private Rating: PG Summary: The girls invite Neville over for an evening of drinking. No, Nev, you won't have to paint anymore.
Luna sank down in her favorite chair - the one with three claw feet and a peg leg, levitating a tray with three drinks on it down onto the coffee table. It rattled a little as it landed, but nothing spilled, which wasn't a testament to her levitation skill so much as a reminder that she ought to fill up their glasses more next time. She gave both Neville and Ginny a breezy smile and stowed her wand away behind her ear.
"Drinks are served," she said. "Don't worry, Ginny, I've saved the Gurdyroot and vodka for another time."
Luna was drinking a Crooked Warlock, a drink she'd been introduced to in Germany that she rather liked. She took her rose colored glass off the tray - very few pieces of their serving ware, glassware, and cutlery matched, not that it bothered her - and took a sip. Oh, yes. She did like the orange flavor.
"And now we can discuss how we should get the Sword of Gryffindor," she said, pulling her feet up beneath her. "Or, if you'd rather, whatever is on the wireless. The weather. Maybe the growing number of Lethifolds in the country. Blibbering Humdingers." She suppressed a smile and looked at both Neville and Ginny expectantly. Hopefully they'd realize she was taking the piss.