Alecto was in no hurry to leave. Especially not after Augustus brought out a bottle of his best fire whiskey. Not for the first time Hermione wondered what the wizarding world's obsession with that horrid drink was. There were other liquors available after all. One didn't have to suffer the misery of scalded insides just to get intoxicated. But, as with a number of other aspects of their antiquated society, what was good enough for their ancestors was good enough for them.