Not bothering to offer any sort of explanation whatsoever, Hermione jumped up from the table. She ignored the concerned voices of the brothers as she ran to the lavatory on the ground floor. As soon as she closed the door behind her, she pointed her wand at her stomach and muttered a spell she'd only used a few times before in her life, usually when she'd indulged too much. Vomit came rushing out of her mouth in an instant. She was only just able to make it to the toilet in time to keep from making a mess. It was imperative that she get as much out of her system as possible. Though not as strong as it usually felt thanks to her quick thinking, she could feel the effects of her favorite potion. It felt amazing. Angry beyond reason that they would slip a potion into her wine, she focused on continuing to empty her stomach as best as she could. When nothing else was left, she collapsed to the floor in a heap. Though conscious, she hardly had enough strength to open her eyes.