Harry paused in the doorway and had to smile faintly at Hermione's slumped state, clutching a glass of wine as if it were a lifeline. "You can bring that to the table. Dinner's ready."
He headed back to the kitchen and said loudly over his shoulder, "Faelan, grab another bottle, yeah?" If Hermione had bad news, he thought they both might need more than a couple glasses.