Charlie put his hand about her shoulders to steady her. He tried to recall a time when he had seen her quite so, well, drunk. No, no, there was no such time. His brain was still refusing to follow any sort of coherent path anyway, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. Maybe he was still a bit muzzy from want of sleep. All he knew for certain, though, was that all was right with the universe.
He didn't even have to think about it; in one moment, his arms were about the back of her knees and she was up and secure for a carried side-along. "Of course I don't mind." Maybe it was the hazy light of the room, but, for a split second, Charlie thought that Fleur was glowing. Strange. "This'll be a bit rough, I know, but hopefully I won't have sick all down my front by the time we get you home, eh?"
He gave her a bit of a supportive squeeze. "Ready?"