Hermione had met many a strong wizard - Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley were definitely not included in that list - but she had never seen one as well read and powerful as Alexander Delacour. He was a tall man with large muscles that boasted of his prowess on the battlefield. Long, black hair framed his face as he stared down at her with equally dark eyes. He didn't like her much. Wait, no, he did like Hermione. What he didn't like was her blood status. To him, there was no worse insult than to have his daughter so infatuated with a Mudblood.