She didn't know how to handle her drink at all, and that's why she got so drunk today that she scared her friends Barty, Regulus, and Evan. No, of course, she had drunk before, but rarely and more carefully. Tonight was different; she sipped on strong cocktails, not realising how quickly they affected her.

Some might say she's an obnoxious girl, as she clumsily knocked over a lamp and giggled non-stop. But for them, she was their sweetest lass, the heart of their little group. They watched over her with worry, ready to catch her if she stumbled too far. And they didn't leave her to the mercy of fate. So, the three of them dragged their bestie away from a party at Rosiere's estate.

Barty holds her hair firmly, but very gently, as she empties her stomach into the loo. It's obvious from her face that she feels truly disgusting. "You can't handle your drink, babe, ya know?" Barty grins kindly, stroking her back with his other hand, trying to calm her down. He keeps on comforting her, his voice soothing and reassuring as he tells her that everything is alright.

"Aww, c'mon, this can happen to anyone," Evan hums, looking a bit miffed as if he was told off for not having a sense of proportion. He plonks himself down next to her, giving her back a gentle rub while holding a bunch of paper towels to mop her mouth. Despite his reassurances, Evan's face shows he's properly worried about her. He gives Barty a look, like, "What are we gonna do?"

"Oh, my poor birdie," Regulus stands in the doorframe, holding two bottles of water. He shifts awkwardly from foot to foot, exhaling quietly. "She needs to wash up and let's put her to bed."

She raises her head up, looking at her friends with such endless gratitude that they smile awkwardly. But she doesn't have time to answer anything, because she's leaning over the loo again, starting to sob quietly.

"Here, sweetheart, take a sip. It'll help settle your stomach," Reg murmurs lowly.

Barty and Evan exchange concerned glances, silently agreeing with Regulus's suggestion.