Her lips parted, about to admit that yes, 'wizard' was Draco's preferred term. But he caught her a little off guard. The whole 'what do you do for fun?' thing was usually the precursor to flirting, at least in her experience. But he didn't seem all that interested in her.

If anything, he thinks I'm probably a waste of his time. I guess I am. Whiskey isn't exactly helping.

She shrugged. "I like going out dancing," she said. "Not the rave type, exactly. But I like a good beat and a good song. Sometimes Eliot and I do karaoke."

Wait. Back up, Diana.

"How is it that you know him, exactly?"