"It is," she said, looking around, her eyes instantly going to Theodore's bed, and the place where his things would be. A smirk played on her features as Daphne pried up the loose floorboard, and she could smell those 'special fags' he stashed there. "Well, that explains the tragedy of what he said he left behind at the end of last term," she said, her smirk broadening. The Firewhiskey, however, was a very, very welcome thing.
"Most excellent," she said as she took the bottle, and two pins from her hair, grabbing her wand and transfiguring them into old-fashioned, or 'rocks' glasses, before pocketing her wand once more. Pansy poured the liquid into each glass, handing Daphne one of them, and placing the bottle down on the nighttable between Theodore and Blaise's beds.