All three girls cheered, and Hermione felt the iron grip of stress she’d been carrying in her chest slowly melt away for the first time in weeks. Ginny ordered their shots from the charmed serving platters, and the three of them grabbed the salt packets from the container on the bar counter and poured it onto the back of her hand. As Hermione bent her head down to lick the salt off her hand, she noticed the man she’d been unfortunately staring at turn earlier around. She felt hot as she realized in her periphery that his eyes were trailing her as her tongue caught the grains of salt, and then she quickly shifted her focus to clinking her glass with Ginny and Rora as they took their shot and immediately sucked on a slice of lime.