They had come so far. Sometimes, Orlando just liked to sit there, trying to understand how did this happen exactly? This mess, that they both were right now. From the Gryffindor Common Room to a table in a corner of Leaky Cauldron with the glasses of fire-whiskey.

She was suffering more than him, of course. He was not much of a help. He did try to be around her whenever he could. Orlando didn't really like leaving her alone. He could not tell if it was for his own sake or hers.

"Another one, Lex?" She nodded and he poured.