When she was certain that Sirius was completely asleep, Mia let out a small sob and
whispered, "Me too."
"Wake up. Moony, get your arse up."
Remus opened his eyes to darkness. "Sirius?" When his focus adjusted, he looked
up into the exhausted face of his friend, who reeked of firewhisky. "Pads, what's wrong?"
"It's Mia. Something's.. ." Sirius frowned, looking desperate, and shook his head
as Remus sat up. "I don't know how to help her."
Remus groaned, pulling himself out of bed. "What happened?"
Sirius made his way to the door and opened it. "I passed out hours ago, mate. Woke
up, and she was throwing things all around the shop downstairs. Half of what's there is
broken, and the bottle I'd brought with me is empty. I wasn't the one that finished it."
"And you can't deal with your own drunk witch?" Remus growled a little bitterly.
"I tried, Moony. Anytime she tries speaking to me she's got this... stutter or
something. Can't make heads or tails of anything she's saying."
"Oh, fuck," Remus said, understanding completely. "All right." He opened the door
to the flat and then turned around to see that Sirius had planned on following him down.
"No, you go and get some rest. You've had a rough night, and you still have to work
tomorrow. I'll take care of your witch."
"You sure?"
"I can only take care of one of you at a time. Go."
Sirius gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks, Moony."
"I'll bring her to your bed if I can get her to calm down." After Sirius walked away,
Remus stared at the door and sighed, running a hand through his hair before descending
the stairs.
He spotted broken shards of glass and winced. Suddenly, he was incredibly grateful
that they had decided not to store anything of their own things down in the empty shop,
with the exception of whatever had been left behind by the previous owner. He found Mia
standing in the corner of the room, an empty bottle of firewhisky at her feet and another
one three-quarters gone in one hand, her wand in the other.