Merlin, she hoped Ben was home. She had had her fair share of drunken nights (although hers happened entirely within the confines of her bedroom) but she had never been forced to deal with someone else's. Nevermind that someone being someone she detested.

They began the walk back to the Crouch home, a polite distance between them. She could hardly reprimand him for his actions, much as she'd like to. "You can sleep it off on the sofa if Ben isn't home," she instructed softly instead. "Please try not to vomit on my carpet."