            They parted that evening with Lucius agreeing to search for a genie lamp during his Ministry assignments, and Hermione returning home to an empty house. Usually, she would have loved the quiet, but between the frenzy of the past days, and the snow piling high outside the windows, she just felt trapped. Suffocating in her own head. Hermione eyed the stash of liquor Harry and Ron kept atop the fridge, before deciding it probably wasn’t best to develop a drinking habit quite yet. If she could survive a war without giving in to the lull of fire whiskey, she could survive this too.