"Oh sorry, I must have forgot," Dem rolled her eyes playfully and watched as Katie sat down to play with Sphinx. He really was a friendly kitten, loved attention, but could bite without warning sometimes. Or scratch. "Coming right up," she said, flicking her wand so that two glasses full of Butterbeer floated out from the kitchen, followed by plates and napkins. She handed over the glass and put the pizza on their plates before taking a large bite and falling back on the couch, her legs propped up on the table. "There's some harder stuff if you actually want to get drunk."