Hermione rolled her eyes right back.  She probably should’ve been mad at Parkinson for being an asshole and turning on Harry at the battle, maybe even intimidated by her attitude and tendency for swift and subtle aggression, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care.  Even without the literal security guards next door, and her umpteen security protocols, and that she just fought a war, she was Hermione-fucking-Nichols.  Parkinson was low on her list of fears at this point.