The place was nice enough, Delaney supposed. It was no Diamond, but it was warm, and the atmosphere seemed pleasant enough, though it was staffed entirely with people Delaney didn't recognize.
"That's odd," she murmured to herself, holding up her hand for the waiter and ordering a bottle of wine to start with. Normally it didn't matter where she went, she always saw people she recognized from school, no matter how desirable their company may or may not have been. She shrugged it off - there weren't that many students at Hogwarts at any given time, and they had obviously walked into the one place that none of their school mates was working at.
Turning her attention back to Maeve, she poured her a glass of the wine and smiled. "To you," she said, "to you and your skill at Potions, and to my brother's eventual health."