"I don't drink like a girl," she said sourly and took the glass from the Mini-Ron. "Not surprising you do though. I've always known the Falcons were a bunch of little pussys."Ginny smirked before swallowing a big gulp of her whiskey, loving the way it burned her throat.
At least Pucey was someone she knew. She'd faced him on the pitch enough. He knew who she was and not some warped, old version of herself. "When do you come from?"