"Camilla has taken an objection to sleeping. And eating. And... every bloody thing. Pansy's going spare. Sent them off to my mother when Daisy cornered me trying to find a moment of fucking peace." Weasley sat with a heavy sigh on the ottoman at the end of the chair Draco was lounging in. "That Ogden's?" The ginger gestured toward the bottle of liquor on the table, snatching it up and taking a swig straight from the bottle.