It's a Hit...Sorta (Founders)

Rowena heaved a heavy sigh as her intent went straight over Helga's red head. She did however narrow her pale eyes at Godric as he put a little more alcohol into her friend's goblet, unlucky or not. Begrudgingly for Helga's sake, she raised her own partially refilled goblet and gave a stiff nod before knocking back the mouthful of wine. She set the goblet down firmly on the table making a thud.

"Alright, now we've toasted the day, let's get on to bed," she said, once again fussing at her best friend. The woman would be lucky if she passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow and didn't end up expelling the contents of her stomach. As it was, Rowena was starting to feel a little fuzzy around the edges herself. She tucked her arm around one of Helga's and looked over at Godric hoping he would escort them as she had asked considering he hadn't answered in kind.

The blue-eyed founder was planning on breaking off before they got to Helga's chambers to make a quick stop in at the infirmary to make good on her promise to retrieve a concoction that would ease any stomach upset or headache that would rear its head by morning. She was hoping that the going would be slow enough that she could do that and meet them at Helga's door before the Hufflepuff founder could pour herself into bed.