Gemma didn't even bother getting out of her seat, she simply took out her wand to accio over a bottle of firewhiskey and two tumblers. She set them out and poured the amber-coloured drink, then slid one over to Allegra. The other she picked up to take a nice, long sip, relishing the warmth that slid down her throat.
Again, she didn't speak. Her eyes said more than her voice ever could, plus staring was such an excellent way to weedle information from Allegra.
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