Hermione deliberately refrained from sighing or smacking him upside the head for being so thickheaded. "I'm not trying to personally attack you, Potter, fucking relax. I'm just saying obviously you found out something that didn't sit right with you because you're bloody here and not with them. What aren't you telling me? What are you so bloody scared to confess, hm? Did you find out your precious Order is not as high and almighty as you thought they were? They as fucked up as we are?" She let her gaze shift pointedly to Theo's hand in his. "Or more so, I should say."