Horror washed over him, as he noticed not one but two glasses standing next to the bottle. He frowned, rubbing his face when he felt something sticky on his fingertips. Bringing them close to his eyes to inspect it, he realised it was blood. "What the fuck—" he muttered under his breath, fingers wrapped tightly around his wand. He picked up one of the glasses and smelled the rest of the liquid. Perfectly normal Firewhisky. 