Clocking onto her face, having noticed her searching through the crowd, Voldemort’s voice broke her search. "Whoever you may be looking for, Mudblood, he isn’t here." Lord Voldemort’s voice carried throughout the room as more and more Death Eaters turned towards her. Hermione’s brain wanted to break but she knew she shouldn’t as she gripped onto whatever she could inside as she willed herself to not show any emotion while in the presence of Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. "Draco Malfoy was a disgusting traitor and deserved to die for his betrayal. Just like his poor mother, Narcissa Malfoy," Voldemort continued, weirdly speaking clearly as he clicked his long, slender fingers.