Lily pursed her lips together. "Odd." It was all she could say on the matter. She wasn't really one to judge, as Uncle Fred was an adult and was dead in her time, so he could do as he pleased. But it was hard to wrap her head around him fancying her house's ghost in her much younger and much more alive form.
She grinned, picking a grape off her plate. "Merlin, Albus. I wasn't going to drink until I fall over. Just one or two." She did have some pride and was still a Ravenclaw, and thus it was her duty to remain somewhat respectable. She may have been desperate to act like an adult, but she also had a good head on her shoulders and knew she didn't want to spend the next morning with her head in the loo.