"Not helping you, mate." Mark remarked towards Mack. He had no respect for Mack. Mack had ruined Hogwarts for him. And if he thought for a moment that Mark was going to help him in his drunken stupidity, he was wrong. Mack had stolen his girl. Mack had stolen his best friend. Mack had stolen everything that Mark loved in Hogwarts, and even his notebook at one point.

He really wanted to kick him while he was down, but instead, he decided that he was the better man, and helped James away.  "Yes, buddy. Tina probably will rip your eyes out. But that's alright. Because she'll understand." He knew it didn't make sense, but thought James wouldn't know the difference.

"Thanks for understanding." James said, putting his head on Mark's shoulder as they shuffled out of the bar, the bartender looked at him with pity, at least Jim was holding his liquor. His head wasn't covered in strangers blood, and he was intact, for the most part. He checked for his wand. It was there.

If only getting drunk was like this every time...

Mack watched as Mark and James walked out, Mark denying him of help he never asked for.  He fell down a couple times, but he managed to pull himself up with a stool.  He thanked the waiter, but it came out more like "Dank moo", but he didn't really care.  He shoved the door open, falling on his face in the rain before standing up again.  "Hey!  Mah-Irk!" He shouted to Mark.  "Cuh-hum... back... wih-smy wuh men!"