Doomed to remain for an undetermined amount of time, she made herself familiar with the tables that held all of the alcohol. While Antonin continued to move around the crowd in an effort to make everyone feel like he was on their side, Hermione slipped away for more to drink. In her opinion, there wasn't enough alcohol in the world to make that reception palatable. She picked up another glass of fire whiskey, losing count of how many she'd already consumed. In no hurry to rush back to Antonin, she lingered close to the table.