"I think the ice box is busted," Octavius announced as he returned, handing Hermione her tea and Caradoc his glass. "It seemed to be warmer than it should have been. I did heat that up for you though. I can't imagine cold blood would taste any better than cold tea."
He gave Hermione another smile then, dropping back into his chair. "Do you have plans tonight? Because I thought Hermione and I might go to Edinburgh, if she's in the mood. A friend of mine is a company director and they're putting on a wonderful production of Hamlet. You're welcome to join if you'd like. I know you probably aren't able to get out much, but I don't think we'd run into anyone at the muggle theater."