Hermione couldn't help but laugh too, once Millicent had. Laughter was infectious, even in Marrowood, and it felt like a jinx had been lifted up and off of her once she'd started to laugh. "Rita Skeeter ought to write the article. I'm sure she'd imagine herself here, present as we become pepperonified."
She wasn't familiar with the greater nuances of alcohol, the different sorts of spirits and the like; food and drink had never been subjects Hermione had been driven to explore with the same fervor she did other subjects. Red or white, though was something she could answer. "Red. What about you? What's your poison of choice, wine or not?"