Crookshanks had jumped on Lucius" thigh, digging his claws in. Hermione grabbed the handle of her oven to stop her from falling to the floor and almost fell anyway when it opened, but she managed to lean on to the kitchen counter without falling. Fuck, this is not happening! Crookshanks gave Hermione the perfect opportunity to pull her wand out for him, but when she reached for the holster on her forearm it was empty. Even though her alcohol induced haze, she felt her stomach drop to her feet. She vaguely remembered deciding to leave her wand on the hallway floor so she could easily pick up her phone on the way to the door. Fuck.