A glance at the cup was more than enough to make his lip curl distastefully. "I thank you, no, Miss Granger. The thought of consuming raw eggs has always made me slightly nauseous."
"How many times must I tell you to call me Hermione?" she exclaimed. "Though I do understand your reservations with the eggs.
"I'll tell you a secret, though. This recipe comes from the first president of the United States." She leaned in close enough to whisper in his ear. "And there's enough alcohol in it that one glass has Filius making a pass at the House Elves."