Fred/Helena and whoever else is good people!
Helena blinked and her smile grew as he pulled out the chair for her. That was nice, appropriate, definitely more fitting of her time then what she had seen here. Fred was trying and it made her stomach flutter with those pesky butterflies again that she really didn't understand.
She took a drink of her butterbeer, nothing near like the gulp she had taken the first time she drank. She had no intention of ever getting that drunk again, though she did remember a point where she was feeling quite nice. That would have been a good place to get back to. Unfortunately, her brain seized up and her eyes started to water. Hands going to her head, Helena twisted them into her hair and whimpered. "What is this? My entire head feels like it has been turned into a brick of ice!" Oh, frozen butterbeer, the things it could do.