"No. No, festivity is not what – what comes to mind when I remember the – the Manor," Hermione got out in a cracked voice, vaguely aware Minerva was looking in their direction and managing a smile for the Headmistress, waving away the old witch's concerns. It was just a panic attack – Hermione knew how to deal with those well enough. Malfoy was staring at her in horror, concern and guilt sketching his face in tight, ashen lines.