While she waited in the lounge for Rodolphus to return with the wine he desired, Hermione took several deep breaths to calm her nerves. She touched her pocket to reassure herself that the vial of dragon pox potion was still in there. If she wasn't able to figure out a way to slip that into the wizard's glass without him knowing, their evening would get even more awkward. She took a seat in the middle of the sofa to wait. A wave of her wand stoked the fire.