Bryony Capper (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} goodlight) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"Yes," Bryony agreed, more because it was polite to do so than because she was particularly convinced it was going to be fun. "We're going tomorrow, actually." Her smile brightened, thinking of the Quidditch match they were going to see before hand. She wouldn't mention that, not here - and not really to anyone who might not understand the need to keep it secret. "I hope we'll be allowed to drink something, if only to see what they taste like."
She watched as Ernie mixed them drinks, hoping her mother wasn't going to come over and ask what was going on. She took the glass he offered, returning his smile before glancing down at her drink. She sipped it cautiously, trying to keep the smile on her face. There was still so much wine in it that it wasn't really to her taste, but the pumpkin juice covered it somewhat. She thought she'd probably be able to finish it, slowly, which she'd rarely managed with wine on its own. "Thank you. I'd never have thought to mix wine and pumpkin juice."