When the sun had been down for a few hours and the clock struck midnight, Hermione knew she'd been patient long enough. She descended the stairs from her rented bedroom to the main room of the Three Broomsticks. Just as she suspected, Thorfinn was settled down on his favorite barstool gulping down glasses of his preferred fire whiskey. Maybe it would've been better to approach him earlier in the evening when he was likely to be more sober, but she didn't think that was necessary. He was almost always drunk those days. And besides, she thought she would get a better response from him if he wasn't entirely sober.