Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
Maeve's smile lit up slightly as she watched Delaney's drink glow and promptly tried it on her own. "That's neat," she admitted, doing it again before she took a sip. She didn't often go out and when she had it had usually been with her brother in the muggle world. "What's in it?" It didn't taste very strong but even if she drank wine most of the time she knew enough to know that was often a dangerous sign.