Hermione snorted, meeting his glass and clanking hers against it, then bringing hers to her lips. The whiskey burned her throat, numbed her tongue, and slicked her lips. "So," she said lifted her feet to a crate and crossing her ankles, making herself comfortable. "Are you going to tell me how you came to know my name? While you're at it," she said, aiming her forefinger toward him. "If you could explain what the bloody hell you mean by "elsewhere" that would be enormously helpful."