Hermione opened another bottle of wine. Rodolphus, again resuming his usual persona as the perfect Pureblood gentleman, took it from her hand and refilled Alecto's glass and then filled another for the hostess. She accepted it gratefully, knowing that she needed to calm down before she went back out into the party. Antonin would know something was up if she appeared with reddened cheeks that had nothing to do with the copious amount of wine she'd consumed over the course of the evening. He was always too damn perceptive.