Hermione didn’t sit. She couldn’t. Instead she paced the room, watching the figures approach the door. She started towards the parlour door, planning to meet them in the hallway but Narcissa grabbed her wrist, her sharp nails digging into Hermione as she said "Sit. Now." Hermione sat. "Stop fiddling with your hands. Sit up straight. You must not be bothered by any of this." 