At the third stop, Hermione took a moment to escape the press of people and noise, seeking refuge on a stool at the quieter side bar. She felt more than saw a presence sit next to her. "Ah, lass, ye've got the right idea." She glanced and identified the newcomer as Oliver Wood. She swallowed her initial panic and wrapped her hands around her glass to hide the shaking her nerves caused. "All the pounding bass is doing me head in." Silently she extracted a bottle of aspirin from her bag and slid it toward him. "Me thanks." He shook out a few pills before sliding the bottle back. They sat nursing their drinks for several minutes before speaking again. "Ye'll have to excuse me manners, I'm just pissed enough to be nosy. But why is a pureblood princess carrying around muggle medications?" As an answer, she turned to face him straight on. Watching the rapid change of expression on his face she cast the muffliato charm. "Holy shite, Hermione!" he lunged forward to hug her. "Where the hell have ye been? How? Why?"