"Do you always drink before a hunt?" Lucius looked up to see Hermione Granger was now standing in his study, his drink in one hand and two wands in the her other hand. He glanced around his large, cherry wood desk to find his wand no longer on it. "You are terribly engrossed when you read, like me." His lips pulled back into a snarl as Hermione slowly walked over to his desk. "Does it help? Drinking I mean." Hermione took a sip from the glass and smacked her lips. "Mmm." She looked inside of the glass then back at Lucius. "I'm sure the bottle had cost you hundreds of galleons, but it honestly tastes like shit." Hermione poured the contents of the glass onto the three headed dog rug Lucius had in his study before throwing the glass on to the floor.