Chapter 3483: longly jellyfish (I)
"Your drink, ma'am." The bartender slid the mixed cocktail over to Pomona.
"Thanks." She took it listlessly and drank straight from the glass.
She felt that the alcohol Muggles drank nowadays did not taste like alcohol at all, more like fruit juice, though after two glasses she was already feeling a little light-headed.
"There's nothing to be upset about just because she didn't make you her bridesmaid. At least you attended the wedding. Bella didn't invite me to hers either," Sirius said as he drank Firewhisky.
Even the way he held a glass made him look like a movie star, but once Pomona noticed the ring on his finger, she looked away.
"You wanted to attend Bella's wedding?" Pomona asked.
"Of course not. I was just making an analogy," Sirius said at once.
Pomona actually thought he would rather have used Regulus as an example, but...
At that moment, the bell over the door of The Duke rang, and a man walked in. He headed straight toward Pomona.
"Hi." She smiled and waved at him.
Snape glared at her with a foul expression.
Pomona hurriedly took another sip of her Mojito. She felt as if she and her glass were about to be separated.
But he did not take her drink away or drag her out. Instead, he sat down beside her and ordered a gin.
A terrifying magical pressure radiated from him, driving away every prying gaze in the bar.
Pomona was currently in the form of a half-blood Veela. She had just suffered a blow at the hospital, even if it had come from a child.
So she took another sip of her Mojito.
"Your drink, sir." Still smiling, the bartender pushed the tiny glass of gin toward Snape.
He skillfully drained it