“Charlie!” Fleur quickly turned around and almost fell as she slid from the barstool. “Oh Charlie, I’m so glad you’ve come!” She slung her arms around him and hugged him fiercly, for one because she was really happy to see him, for the other because she had some difficulty in standing upright.
“Psssst… don’t tell anyone but… I think I’m a little… drunk.” She whispered in his ear, not quite able to suppress a giggle. “It is rather ‘umiliating… Don’t tell William!” She let go, suddenly horror struck as she remembered why she’d owled Charlie in the first place. “Promise not to tell ‘im!”