Emboldened by fear for his best friend, Thorfinn lost his temper. Both of them were scared, terrified that it was too late. He stomped through the battered shop smashing shelves and yelling out for the proprietor. Hermione could only stand perfectly still in the puddle of blood staring at her bloody hands holding the watch. Only a minute or two passed that felt like an eternity before she witnessed Thorfinn dragging a frightened Teddy down the stairs from the flat above the shop. Teddy's eyes widened even further when he saw Hermione standing there covered in blood that was not hers.