Dinner was a banquet of flavours and dishes. The elves had gone all out, much to Hermione's dismay. The thing about the Malfoy's elves is that they seemed to be happy, they enjoyed cooking for the group and if Hermione merely thought she wanted a cup of tea, one appeared beside her - freshly brewed to her liking. It was hard to say their lives would be better if they were free because, did it get better than living here, as an elf? Where would they go with no money and no master, no home of their own. She placated her inner protagonist by asking the elves if they could work anywhere where it would be and they all said "right here miss.’ She couldn't argue with that and so she sipped the glorious wine from the Malfoy vineyard and ate the perfectly prepared plate of spring vegetables. 