"You!"

That was never good…

But the person who emerged from the clutch of partygoers was no one Sirius would've expected at this kind of party… or swaying like she might actually be—

"Slhiriouslyrius," Narcissa Black announced, more obviously drunk than she was usually obviously anything. She almost tripped and grabbed Sirius's lapel to keep herself upright.

"Lousymerlinsknickers," she mumbled, waving her hand—ah, no, actually, her wand—haphazardly. "Arseholetosser spiked me. My drink. Must've. Prettysureny. Dinntnknow whooeywuz messing… mess. Unrelatefd: dida weasel run this way?"