"Is it called Cerberus because it smells like wet dog? It's in my lungs!" She cried, hacking and coughing and rubbing her nose with cold hands. She leaned against his legs and wheezed. "Is this your version of pepper spray? Ugh! Call the real police, I just got ARMPIT MACED." She completely ignored the part about being underaged. It didn't make any sense to have different legal ages for drinking, voting, apparating, and driving, so she chose to ignore the one that didn't apply to her. Besides, it was only Alistair, how much trouble could she get into?