"Fucking hell!" Hermione screamed at the hole in the wall that she was sitting in front of. Her wand was in her right hand while there was a bottle of fire whiskey in her left. She was playing music so loud that she knew she was going to have a noise complaint tomorrow. The voice of reason in her head that reminded her that she would have a complaint tomorrow was also the same voice that said doing magic while drunk was not the best idea, but reason had been drowned with the 375 ml bottle of Firewhiskey she had. That was before she found a 750 ml bottle in what used to be Ron's side of the closet. Because it's okay for him to have a downward spiral, but heaven forbid I'm anything less than "little miss perfect."