Hermione looked back up from the Guinness tap as she finished filling the glass and set it before him on the bar, sliding it over with just a bit of foam coming over the top. Just like most she did in her life, she poured a Black Velvet with precise skill and seeming ease, even if she had probably worked on learning how to do it for months.
She met his eyes dead on, trying to restrain the mix of fear and sadness behind her own gaze. Would he turn her in? How much had they changed his mind? She just didn't know, but she couldn't run from her friend now. A man she felt like was as close to a brother to her. Or had felt like it, once upon a time. "I said Happy New Year, Charlie." She murmured huskily again.