"I'm not sure that's the endorsement you want to use when encouraging someone to have a drink." And yet Percy took the bottle - which smelled even stronger than Draco did - and took a small sip.
He made a face. It really did taste horrid. Although he could understand how Draco had managed more than one swallow - he was pretty sure his throat had gone numb!
"Alright," he said, steering Draco over to his bed to sit him down. "You're completely and utterly spoiled, obviously. You've likely never had to do anything for yourself - which is why you can barely put together a cup of tea or do other tasks most children can. You're used to having everything go your way - at home, in school, with friends, because they all do what you want - which is why you're particularly petulant here, because things don't go your way."