Tonks woke up to the lovely sound of someone throwing up in her bathroom. The question was, why was someone throwing up in her bathroom? She probably should be more concerned about the fact that there was an unidentified person in her flat but the pounding in her head was making it very difficult to care about that.

She groaned loudly as she tried to sit up. That was a bad idea. Moving made the headache worse.

There was more retching coming from the bathroom and Tonks frowned. What exactly had happened last night? Oh, please don't let her have slept with someone that she couldn't remember. She hadn't thought that she had got that drunk. Sure, she'd definitely been drinking but not blackout drunk... right? The other side of her bed wasn't warm so hopefully she hadn't brought a complete stranger home with her. That would just be embarrassing. Not to mention inappropriate. And, well, she kind of hoped her first time would be a little more... well, memorable than that, you know?

Right, she didn't think that had happened but another round of retching and a splashing noise from the bathroom made her reluctantly swing her legs out of bed. She should probably check on the unknown person who was in her bathroom, right? It would be nice for them to no longer be unknown. And for Tonks to actually remember what happened last night after her first few drinks.

It shouldn't have gone any further than a few drinks if she remembered. She had definitely gotten a healthy buzz from whatever she drank- Tonks definitely remembered that - but did she really drink more than that after? She felt like she didn't but she didn't know why. Vague memories of tables and someone getting drunk quickly. But who?

The thrombin in her head peaked and she groaned. She was going to have to get up and get a headache reliever anyway so she may as well check on the person in the bathroom.

"Ow!"

Headache potion first.

[xxxxxx]

Having downed the mouthful that the instructions directed, Tonks was already feeling much better. Which meant that she hadn't gone too overboard last night or had just kept herself well hydrated in between drinks. Whatever it was, she was glad that her headache cleared up quickly with the potion. Small blessings and all that.

Now she could tackle the bathroom and whoever was in it. Yes, she had left the person in there while she grabbed the potion. From the throwing up sound it wasn't like they were going to be going anywhere anytime soon. Swinging open the door, wand grasped in her hand and feeling prepared for anything... and then all she could do was stand and stare.

Because what she was seeing in front of her was definitely not what she had been expecting. Not even a little bit.

You see, it was Jean. Jean Cavendish was in her bathroom. Looking far worse for wear too. As you would if you had spent the morning throwing your guts up like her fellow Trainee had apparently been doing. Which h was definitely not a good way to start the day.

Now, what was she supposed to do about it? Jean was sort of her guest, wasn't she? And a sort-of friend. That meant she was supposed to look after her. The small problem was that she wasn't sure how she was supposed to look after her.

"Jean?" She asked hesitantly, as Jean leant away from the toilet, eyes closed and face sweaty looking.

It was not a good look for her.

"Jean?" Tonks repeated, not having got a response.

All she got was a low groan.

"How are you feeling?"

Which was a pretty stupid question to ask but Tonks didn't know what else to say.

"Tonks?"

Jean squinted at her.

"Yeah?"

"Tonks?" She repeated, struggling to sot more upright and then she swayed.

"Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy," Tonks said, grabbing her by a shoulder to steady her.

"Tonks?"

Tonks gave her a worried look. That was the third time Jean had said her name. Couldn't she recognise her?

"Tonks, the room is too bright."

She sighed in relief. Jean was okay. She was just a little disoriented.

"It is morning."

Jean groaned. "How much did I drink last night?"

Tonks chuckled and winced. Right. She forgot about her own headache. The potion had mostly taken care of it but it was still a bit tender.

"Apparently, a lot."

"Seriously?"

"I think you were dancing on a table at some point."

"Oh, Merlin..."

Tonks patted her shoulder sympathetically. "You'll be okay."

"I really don't think so. I feel disgusting."

"Well, you did spend the morning throwing up..."

"Don't remind me."

"Think you're going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I guess so. The world isn't spinning anymore. Is it okay if I use your shower?"

"Yes, yes, of course!" Tonks said quickly, only now just noticing that there was vomit down Jean's front.

Lovely. And she probably felt nasty too. Throwing up was never pleasant and it had to be even worse if you were hung over.

Tonks left her to it and decided to make them both some toast. Something easy to swallow and get down. There may even be some jam somewhere. Jam and toast was always good.

"I am never drinking again," Jean said vehemently, sitting down heavily at her tiny table a few minutes later.

Could it even be classified as a dining table if it could be folded up and put away?

Jean was looking much better. There was colour in her face and there was no vomit around her mouth. She smelled a lot better too.

"Uh huh, sure." Tonks absentmindedly agreed, thinking more about whether not getting a proper table to eat off would be worthwhile.

"I'm really not," she insisted, burying her face in her hands. "This hurts so bad and I've been shoved out of the way by a cow."

Now that was something that brought Tonks right out of her thoughts.

"Wait, what?"

Jean waved a hand at her. "Doesn't matter. This headache hurts far more."

"No, I kind of want to hear about how you know that getting shoved by a cow hurts less than a simple hangover."

"This is not a simple hangover. I feel like I'm dying."

"But you're not."

"Please tell me you have a headache relieving potion," Jean begged.

"I do," Tonks confirmed. "My dad's a Healer, he made sure I was well stocked up."

Though she was still convinced that the blood replenisher was unnecessary but still.

Jean gave her puppy dog eyes which really wasn't needed because Tonks was already getting her the potion. She gulped it down so quickly that Tonks was seriously scared that she was going to choke.

"You need to hydrate as well," Tonks said, remembering advice her father had given her when her mother wasn't around.

He said he knew she'd be drinking once she was old enough and wouldn't always do so responsibly so she should be prepared to deal with the after effects of it.

"Thanks," Jean replied after pulling a face at the taste of the potion.

"Now, about this cow..." Tonks said.