Closing the wardrobe, her mind wandered to the incident with the wand official. The thought of his sallow, lifeless face made her skin prickle in horror. With Malfoy not in her proximity, a nervousness settled over her. Together, through their blood rituals, they had created an unfathomably strong and deadly magic. But this was nothing to be shocked about. Hermione knew the Blood Magic came with a cost and a fall from grace. She had never questioned though how much she was willing to pay or how far she was willing to fall. Was it easier for Malfoy to ignore the consequences? To just murder and feel nothing?