"Yes, well, she's a former Gryffindor," Sasha said with a mild smile. "They're infamous for that sort of behavior, I'm afraid."
She turned to the barkeep and ordered her own drink as she wanted it done right the first time. Smiling at the man with something akin to bedroom eyes, she asked sweetly, "I'll have a double vodka tonic, please. And use the Stolichnaya Elit, yeah? I don't want any of that Finlandia stuff that I know you have hidden back there. I'm Russian and it'll hurt my feelings."
He grinned a bit stupidly and set about making her cocktail. Good boy.