Helena was a Ravenclaw. They learned and retained and then used whenever was necessary. And Helena fully believed that it was necessary to fit in with these people and their strange, lax ways of living.
"Well, that sounds quite nice. I would certainly like to forget." Helena couldn't stand the idea that it was even possible her mother had died without her there, by her side. That was something she desperately wanted to drink away. Quickly, much too quickly, she tipped the contents of the glass down her throat. When she pulled the glass away, she was sputtering and coughing on the liquid.