Finding what she needed, Hermione drank the potion and grimaced both at the taste and the fact that she probably should text Theo and let him know Blaise was okay. She knew she wouldn't though, and the was the horrible truth. If Blaise wanted to be alone, who was she to deny him that? How many times had she gone awol over the years to avoid reality? Far more than she could count. As long as Blaise said he was fine, she had no reason to believe otherwise.