Sitting at the place - a shady pub off Diagon Alley - she saw the name as he downed one firewhiskey after the other at the little table in the corner. She had to wait till he was drunk enough to have hazy vision and subsequent hazy memories. Finally, Hermione deemed the wizard sloshed thoroughly and approached him. Sliding into the seat opposite him she regarded him as his watery hazel eyes narrowed unfocused on her. 