Her mind snapped away from the pity Hermione felt for her and to the edge of Narcissa’s wand that gleamed from between her hips and the side of the chair. Hermione took a step towards the woman to grab the wand when her foot conjured a creak from the floorboard. Her body went still and her eyes widened, her ears aware of any new sounds. Nothing came from Narcissa, who only groaned softly and moved her head into a more proper position for sleep in an armchair. Her hand fell to her side, causing what was in her hand to fall to the floor and open. A locket. Hermione looked away from the small picture of Draco and Lucius that sat in it and quickly grabbed Narcissa’s wand.