He stood and watched her slowly approach. The moment she was within reach he offered her his hand with an endearing smile. Hermione slid her fingers in his palm and allowed him to guide her to her seat. She settled visibly tense and looked up at his imposing stance. With a wave of his hand he conjured Rowena Ravenclaw’s diadem and placed it on top of her head with a wicked grin. It felt heavy for such a delicate headpiece. It was full of darkness.