Breakfast was a silent affair, for those who managed to drag themselves to the mess hall. One of the senior members of the Department of Magical Translation seemed to still be drunk, as he was sloshing his coffee all over his eggs and laughing to the point of tears over something one of the submarine engineers said. Harry and Ron didn’t make it to breakfast, though she doubted they would. They’d gotten so drunk, Harry started singing some sad hero song about a wizard called Odo, and Ron had fallen backwards from his stool to the floor. Harry had fallen down too, when he’d tried to help Ron up. 