When she walked through the front door after returning from checking on her potion, she found Antonin sitting on the sofa in the lounge drinking yet another glass of fire whiskey. Because of his known issue of struggling to keep his thoughts to himself under the influence of alcohol, he rarely drank. Every single night since their anniversary she watched him drink at least a glass, but usually more than that. Something terrible was weighing on his mind. Based on how cool he was treating her, she knew that she was at least part of the problem.