You usually didn’t drink a lot. It was irresponsible, and you always felt horrible the next day.

That’s not to say you never drank. Most times, you accompanied your friends to the Three Broomsticks and had one or two butterbeers, staying mostly sober to look after your friends—who routinely drank more than enough to become completely inebriated.

Today was different, though. After three butterbeers, your friends had quite insistently encouraged you to have another, so you did. And by the time you got to the end of your fourth, the small alcohol content in each of them had added up enough for you to order one more.

That’s how you found yourself happily intoxicated when Cedric walked into the Three Broomsticks.

One of his friends had told him you were plastered, and so—like the Golden Boy he was—he’d come to take you back to the castle and get you some water.

“Come on, lovie, let’s get back to Hogwarts, alright?” he says gently as he helps you up, unable to help the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You were adorable sloshed.