Alecto's eyes grew wide as the seriousness of the situation she was in became clear. Frantically searching for her wand, it didn't take her long to realize how utterly fucked she really was. Hermione held up the bitch's wand for her to see. It was amusing to her that so many had been so reckless with their wands in recent days. They'd all gotten soft and complacent. Clearly very few remembered how dangerous their world had become again. For too long the worst of the Death Eaters lived in the relative security of their proximity to the head of the regime. With the Dark Lord dead, they would all need to relearn how insignificant they really were. Any one of them could be dead.