With the day almost over, Hermione enjoyed a late-night glass of fire whiskey with Antonin and Augustus in front of the fireplace in the lounge. Oliver had been in bed for well over an hour, so they didn't have the added benefit of having him around as a buffer for the adults. There had only been a handful of moments throughout the weeks the Dolohovs had taken refuge in the safe house that the three adults found themselves alone together. It was an arrangement that would never be entirely comfortable for anyone involved. Too much history existed between all of them. When Oliver was around, they had excuses to stay away from the more volatile subjects. Without him, Hermione wasn't sure how the rest of the evening would go. She was tempted to call it a night herself.