As the second shot went down, Megan felt a familiar warmth and fuzziness in her chest. One more and she would have her limit, but, of course, with the arrival of Spencer Capper, it was highly unlikely Megan would be stopping herself any time soon. "You'll just have to space them out properly," Megan informed George. "Time them with your siblings' so that they're not in the same year and all that."
She reached for the bottle to pour herself another, raising a brow at the Weasley brothers to silently ask if they wanted another. Talk of children with the bloke she'd dated for years made a girl thirsty.