And down she sets her bowl on the brick floor brown, And little dog Rags drinks up her milk, While she strokes his shaggy locks, like silk: Dear Rags! says little Gustava.
" Ron, I warn you, don't drink it! " Hermione said again, alarmed, but Ron picked up the glass, drained it in one gulp, and said, " Stop bossing me around, Hermione."
He raised the cup. No time for words now; time for deeds; and with one of her lightning movements Tink got between his lips and the draught, and drained it to the dregs.
" I'll drink it! Let's have a bottle of rum! " shouted Pierre, banging the table with a determined and drunken gesture and preparing to climb out of the window.