            After an awkward minute of watching the musicians on the stage, Lucius carried their drinks over to one of the tables lining the side of the club. With no chairs, they had to stand. Hermione eyed where Lucius set her drink down right beside his, then stepped over so she could stand beside him. She curled her fingers around the cold glass of clear liquid, watching the soda bubbles fizz to the surface. Hermione took a breath, grabbed hold of the glass, and took a swallow. She grimaced as the bitter-sweet drink slid down her throat.