That made James break into a wide, happy, almost wolfish grin. He nodded. "Firewhiskey always is." It was pretty much the best alcohol ever. If you asked James Potter, anyway.
"M'cloak?" He glanced down at the silvery fabric slung over his arm. "No no, it's been in my family for generations. I couldn't make an invisibility cloak this good. Normally the charm wears off. It's a good'un."