If she had been aware of what exactly was in her drink, she may have been a little more cautious about how much — and how fast — she drank. But alas, Ben Crouch had been a huge douche and filled her glass with who knows what. As she took another sip of her drink, she couldn't help but let out a little giggle just from the fuzziness it brought over her.

She didn't even hear what he'd muttered at first, and didn't even think to ask him, because she was staring at him mindlessly. Examining him. Mr. Crouch may have been short (which was awfully disappointing), but he did have a charming smile. Well, his smile wasn't as cute as Mr. Gladstone's, but she did suppose his hair was nicer. Or was it? She didn't really like reddish hair on men — and it would look especially awful on Mr. Crouch — but Mr. Gladstone would look weird without it. No, what Reuben Crouch was missing was green eyes...

She could only just feel the alcohol in her system, but it seemed the mere knowledge that she was really doing this — you know, running off from home, being unchaperoned in an Irish muggle pub with a man, and getting drunk — made her a little more prone to taking risks she normally wouldn't take. And based off what left her mouth next, definitely more flirty.

"Mmm, I don't think tree-climbing is all that exciting. It was about all I had to do when I was little," she breathed, propping up her arm and letting her cheek lean into her palm. "You seem like the sort that's had all sorts of adventures. I don't suppose you had any suggestions for me," she prompted, leaning just a little forward.