"I hadn't intended to," she insisted, looking up at Peter, a very earnest look in her eyes. "Sirius sent the whiskey when I was upset and panicking over being put down as a Minister candidate. He told me to sip slowly, so I did. I--I didn't mean to get drunk. I just wasn't sure when to stop, and by the time I should have, I didn't really care anymore." She leaned back in her seat, looking miserable.
She wrinkled her nose. Neither iced tea nor the Long Island version sounded appealing to her. "That's a terrible trick to play on someone."