Hermione was still shocked that she'd gotten away with this, every time she thought about it. Headmaster Karkarov had visited her house in an impeccable Muggle suit, lied fluently to her parents, and whisked her away for the start of the spring term without so much as a single problem or hiccup. If she considered it really seriously, she began to wonder how on Earth she'd managed to get away with lying to such a clearly proficient liar. Maybe it was just because everyone assumed that twelve-year-old girls don't lie.