"There's nothing saying that we won't need a second," Ron muttered, downing his first glass shortly thereafter. He needed that first drink just to take the edge off, and refilled his glass from the bottle, though didn't make a move to drink from it yet.
"Bloody hell. I know we didn't have the eternal night at mine and Hermione's place but my sense of time is still all thrown off." Especially since work dictated that he didn't get home until late anyway, and when he left again in the morning it was still dark out.