"Well fuck." Daphne came right up to the edge of the blanket and looked down at the former Ravenclaw. This was... not good. Quite the opposite of good, in fact. Think. And quickly. How could she make use of the situation? "Start from the beginning. Just so I have it straight. Because regardless if you are a liability or not, it's not going to matter for the next twenty minutes or so."
Kneeling, Daphne kicked off her shoes and cast a warming charm over both of them. No use freezing to death if death via Cassius Lestrange was a potential outcome. "If anything, you won't have to drink alone." Daphne held up her own bottle of vodka, brought with her from the greenhouse.
"You could also just bitch about our current housemates and how they still don't know how to clean up after themselves."