"Cheers," Davis raised his glass to Pansy before taking a drink- it was good, though he likely didn't appreciate the finer nuances of the taste. He was more concerned with the pretty girl sitting next to him, anyway.
"Muggle?" Davis shrugged- he'd heard the term, one of many of those 'weird magic words' he'd started to pick up. "Sure am. I suppose it's the same as anyone else winds up here. Rosie's my bandmate, back in the real world. Rose Zeller," he added, just in case.