Hayley laughed and picked up her wand. A flick had the bottle from her nightstand zooming into her hand, contents sloshing but unable to escape past the stopper. She opened it and touched up the half-empty glass by her elbow. "I guess you could say that. How have you been?" She knew the corner dates, of course, but Hayley was actually, genuinely interested to hear more. Seeing these people she used to know with rumpled uniforms, in class and at dinner, in their grown-up lives - it all felt a little fake, frankly, like she still felt faintly like an impostor every time she unlocked the door to her Ministry office. She offered the bottle to Spencer questioningly. "Pumpkin juice?"