((I couldn't resist, I've had it in mind for a while))

Flame had been out on the booze, fire whisky plagued her system and she was not in her "right mind"- though her "right mind" wasn't exactly sane. But when drunk she was far from herself.

She had come back from the pub in a new dress she had brought while drunk, much too short and very revealing and walked into the great hall in a crowd, all laughing and talking very loudly.

"Do it Lestrange, come on!" one of the loudest boys said and with a laugh she flicked her wand and a pole appeared in the middle of the hall- this would not be good for her, but perhaps good entertainment for everyone else.

Cecelia walked into the Great Hall just in time to catch Flame obviously drunk and pole dancing. "Flame!" she shouted, seeing her sister Delilah was doing absolutely nothing to help her best friend. "Flame stop it! You'll be so embarassed when you get out of this stupor! Come on stop!"

She gently tugged at Flame's arm.

((This topic is before the branding))

Flame, while she was certain to be embarrased in the morning, was having a great time. She was just laughing nd dancing and, basically, making a fool of herself. But did she care at that moment? the answer was no. Why would she care in the state she was in. Her worries had been brushed aside by the effects of the drink and when Cecilia told her to stop she merely laughed. "I won't. Why do you care? I'm having FUN." she told her in a very loud voice.

Tyrin looked up from his toast and sighed at Flame's mockery of human decency. He took the daily prophet and shielded her from view, refusing to watch and give her the satisfaction of her femininity. He bit his toast savagely.