I did not move; my full glass stood untouched before me.
On its top stood a pitcher of water and a glass beside a flat metal box.
She was finishing a beer, and an empty glass stood beside it.
Then, carefully, she reached just beyond the place where the glass stood on the edge of the shelf.
She came closer, looked at the glass in his hand and the bottle still standing on the table.
A bottle and a glass stood in front of her, but like Harry, she was not drinking.
Surely that was all even these glasses could stand, but no.
The two full glasses of wine still stood untouched on the table.
Two tall glasses of fruit juice stood on the low table before them.
A glass of beer stood by his right hand.
