"An elite assassin's guild based in Italy." This, perhaps unsurprisingly, came from Blaise, the resident Italian. "Made up entirely of women and dating back centuries. Hardly anything is known about them. They don't leave calling cards, don't advertise their kills." Blaise tilted his head questioningly at Harry. "That's real interesting, Potter. But what's that got to do with -" He stopped speaking mid-sentence, as though he'd been whacked upside the head. He turned wide eyes towards Hermione, disbelief shimmering off him in waves. "You've got to be fucking joking." Theo had also turned to look at Hermione, though his expression was carefully schooled.