"You mean other than the beer I'm covered with?" She asked, flapping her arms slightly and splashing Fred with splatters of beer. Locking the door, she scourgified herself and the floor, sure she could still smell alcohol on her hair.
She locked her door and tossed her wand to the end table. Following Fred into the kitchen, she leaned against the counter. "I was just contemplating ordering takeaway," she told him, holding out her hand for another beer.