“Depends on what we’re betting,” Meghan said and poured a healthy serving of whiskey into each glass before putting the lid back on and setting the bottle aside. Looking at Augustus, she gasped as if pleasantly surprised. “Aww, is that for me? You shouldn’t have. Thank you, handsome.” She winked at him as she took one of the glasses and clinked it to his.
“McLaggen isn’t going anywhere, we all know that, and if he’s staying, so’s Brown. That goes for the Baker and the Weasley, too.”