Augustus had always been steadfast in his habits. All of her countless visits to his childhood home over the years taught Hermione exactly where he kept his best fire whiskey. She reached into the cupboard to pull out a bottle. Though drinking alcohol had rarely been her vice of choice, she could appreciate the feel of the burn down into her belly that always helped her get to sleep. A glass or two would be all she needed to relax enough to hopefully be able to spend the night alone.