Locked to Pomona

[quid_witch]

It must be ready by now. Surely. It's been weeks.

I want a drink! Don't make me throw a tantrum, Pomona. I'm a teacher. I've learned a lot from these students.

In other news, I finally got my brandy delivered. Now that we aren't rationing as much anymore... feel like indulging in a thimblefull... or several?

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[herbal_witch]

Ha - sorry I wasn't around last night, Rolanda. I had a date with an obscenely large bar of chocolate. With nuts.

The cider's in varying stages of hit and miss. Some of it's vinegar. Oh well, the kitchens will appreciate it. And some is...very, very bubbly.

Well it's Friday night and I think a thimbleful would go down a treat.

...Shall I bring some pomagne???

[quid_witch]

Bubbly, eh? As in... not sparkling? Oh dear. Is any of it drinkable? Would testing it be horribly, horribly dangerous? You are the expert, my dear.

Pomagne would be lovely. I might have some biscuits stowed away somewhere, too.

[herbal_witch]

The stuff that isn't vinegar or literally froth...

..it's bloody marvellous, Rolanda. I'll bring it over, and that leaves five bottles for the staff Christmas bash.

We should test it, after all. And Filius never got back to me.