By the evening after her disastrous visit, the second full night since their home was destroyed and the Yaxleys attacked, Antonin was in a terrible mood. He'd taken the entire attack very personally, exactly as it was meant. If it hadn't been for him, neither of their friends would be stuck in the wizarding hospital. For twenty years, at least, he'd relied on Corban's wise counsel. It was a toss-up between Corban and Thorfinn who was his best friend. Feeling helpless and angry, he sat on the sofa staring into the fire he insisted on having even in the last few weeks of summer drinking straight from a bottle of Ogden's Finest.