"Don't overthink it. Here." Frank Longbottom refilled Sirius's glass with Firewhisky. "Finish this, go back, take a bath, get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day."
"At least you didn't have to see the crime scene," Pomona said to Sirius, taking a sip of whisky to suppress the nausea rising in her throat.
"Did you see Regulus? I mean..."
"No, I didn't," Frank cut Sirius off. "Not every Death Eater was involved in the operation we ran into just now, and not every masked Death Eater could be identified."
Sirius did not ask any further questions, but his brow remained tightly furrowed.
Even if Sirius and Regulus did not get along, Bella had interfered far too deeply in the matter of the Black family's direct line of succession.
Pomona then recalled the rumors about Bella and the Dark Lord. Most pure-blood supremacists followed the Dark Lord to strengthen their own families, but Bella had offered the Black family to him.
"Bring me your glass," Frank said to Pomona. "It's empty."
There was still some liquor at the bottom, but like ordinary whisky, it was no longer burning.
So she handed him the glass and let Frank pour her another drink.
"Do you want us to take you back?" Frank asked.
"Don't worry. I can get back on my own." Pomona patted the Invisibility Cloak draped over the back of her chair. "No one will notice me."
"Isn't that because you're too short?" Sirius mocked.
She was so angry that she wanted to punch him.
Instead, he laughed happily, as though her expression had amused him.
Pomona rolled her eyes in irritation, accepted the Firewhisky Frank handed her, and drank glumly.
The water spraying from the showerhead was hot, unlike winter rain, which chilled her to the bone even through a