"Als always been my go-to supply for foot sweat," Katie said as she eyed the drinks on the table.
"What exactly does vile mean - are we talking about the mixing of alcohol and milk or much, much worse? I for one like to think I've got a stomach thats iron cast. You've never vommed until you've vommed up home made Reserve home made firewhisky."
She made a 'hrmming' noise in the back of her throat as she examined the drinks. The purple one went to Angelina, the fizzing green one went to George, the clear one was slid across the table towards Harry.
Her hand hovered over the remaining three drinks before the one that was yellow coloured and with a bright umbrella went to Oliver. Katie picked up the one with the steam coming off of it and poked it with the straw it came with. The final drink a very mundane light blue was given to Alicia as she thought her fiend might appreciate the sparkler.