"In her room," Ron said. "Working on the map. So we're good til she figures that last bit out, but until then, I think it's driving her mad. And right, firewhiskey. That's better than tea. Or juice."
He led Harry back to the couch, and then realised that the television show he'd had on probably didn't reflect well on how he was spending his downtime. "There's nothing on," he said in his defense.