Turning back, she flinched instinctively when she saw the High Reeve, sitting at the very end of the table where the seat was empty just a moment ago. He didn’t even look at her, didn’t even react to her flinching – perhaps he was used to people reacting this way upon seeing him, or maybe he simply did not care. Hermione sat down, watched him fill his plate, then did the same. Mipsy was gone, and neither of the two of them was much of a conversationalist.