“Well, I would certainly mind, dear, but I'm sure I'd survive,” she told him tiredly, though she was still grinning. “After all, any lady who can't take a little spit to the nose isn't worth knowing, in my book.”

She sighed, and didn't try to hide the fact that she was sighing – though her grin was fading without her knowledge or consent. And then she yawned, stifling it daintily with the tips of her fingers. Clearly this evening wasn't going exactly as she thought it would, but at least she was trying to redeem it, even if playing with Teddy was like playing with a small and insolent child. It was still better than sitting in her dorm ramming her head against the wall – or worse, revising for OWLs.

“I never said I wouldn't do it, dear. I said it was too easy,” she expressed as she rubbed her eyes for a moment. She thought the alcohol was going to have a wild effect. So far it wasn't doing much, unless the sleepiness was a result of the few sips she'd had – in which case, she was thoroughly disappointed. If she'd wanted a good, warm drink to put her to sleep, she would have had milk. She never nearly choked to death on a glass of milk before.

“I still would like to maintain that this is completely outside of the rules, but go on and get it over with before I change my mind,” she told him, sitting up on her knees and leaning toward him, as if she was expecting to receive a kiss. She didn't think a lick on the nose would be much different than that. “Don't be disgusting about it,” she added at the last moment, just in case he had any secret agendas. You never did know with boys.