The corner of her mouth curled up at his empathic request. Usually he tried to keep a sober head about him in public, but she wouldn't begrudge him one drink at least. The whole affair was akin to torture and as the resident expert on pain, she should know. She sought out the bar. Ignoring every single person who crossed her path, Hermione didn't stop until she was standing in front of the tables piled high with fire whiskey. Knocking one back in its entirety first, she grabbed one for each hand to return to Antonin's side. When she turned around, she almost fell into the chest of a wizard standing much too close.