Hermione rode with Narcissa and Astoria, holding onto the latter for dear life as the former swerved through the streets fast as fucking hell. They were the first to arrive back to the house, and Narcissa swept through the marbled entryway spitting orders at the staff, and clearing a space on the kitchen island for Hermione to hoist Astoria up onto; her head fell from its place in the crook of Hermione's neck to the hardwood top with a sickening thud.