"No, I haven't. I've just gotten up," she said, giving him a bit of a glare as she turned on her heel and almost stomped into the kitchen which didn't help the faint throbbing behind her eyes or the way her stomach was still slightly nauseous. It was a sight and she shuddered as the scent of stale beer hit her. Disgusting. Didn't anyone know how to put empty bottles into the bin?
Covering her mouth with her hand, she reached for her wand to begin cleaning things up. Or at least putting the bottles in the rubbish out back.
As the bottles rinsed themselves, she reached for the kettle, frowning at the fact that there was liquid in it. Opening the top, she groaned as the scent of alcohol hit her. She looked down at it and then at the sink. She could wash it out, or she could chuck it in the bin and make Roger take her out to breakfast.