She'd managed to drink enough to help her forget at least temporarily that she wasn't sure what to do next. Once she took care of making it seem like Ron was attacked, she planned on just going down the list and picking out the ones she loathed the most. After his attack, she worried that there was already someone out there who was aware of her plans. Someone who would stop at nothing to make sure she didn't succeed. It was enough to make her want to take Oliver out of school and leave just the two of them for Brazil on their own. Not that Antonin would allow that. Nor would Oliver for that matter. He would want his father to come with them or he wouldn't want to go at all. And if she was perfectly honest, Hermione didn't understand the first thing about being a good mother. She needed help.