Rolling her eyes, she took a deep gulp from her glass. If he thought for a single moment that she was ever going to buy into the idea that he wasn't responsible for what was happening at the newspaper office, he would be sorely disappointed. Undisturbed by her rude behavior, Rodolphus drank from his own glass. A drop of fire whiskey clung to his bottom lip. He used his tongue to lick it away, drawing attention to his mouth whether he realized it or not. The movement made Hermione laugh. At least one of the secrets that had been bothering her for the past several months suddenly made sense.