Blaise's shudder was visible even by candlelight, but before they could say anything else a waiter, naturally clad in black, glided up to the table and handed menus to the men and asked whether they would prefer flat or sparking water, and did they need to consult with the sommelier, or did they already know what wine they would prefer.  The waiter managed to sound condescending even with those simple questions, and as she lowered the hand she'd had outstretched to take a menu back into her lap, she watched Blaise and Draco grin at one another before switching to a rapid conversation in French that the waiter clearly couldn't follow.   At last, sounding put out he had to order in English, Draco requested a particular vineyard and vintage, "If you have it," he said, uttered in a tone that made it clear he doubted they did, and sent the man away with a flick of his fingers.