Charlie & Morag
Morag came early; she had work in the morning and one hungover day doing paperwork was more than enough -- she wanted time to drink, do something stupid, and then sober up again before she was left in a world of pain. Slapping a name tag on her chest (her now very small chest) in order to let people know that there was an auror in the place and not to say anything they might regret in front of her, she headed over to the drink table and set down a bottle of whiskey (mixers weren't really her style).
"What's a pretty girl like you doing with a drink like that," she said to the fiery red-head next to her with an impish grin. She was lucky it managed to translate to masculine features, but she'd gotten lucky in general. Her clothes still fit, for one.