The noise stole away the remainder of Hermione’s sleep. Not that it had been particularly restful, filled with nightmares and memories as it was, but still it irked her. Sleeping when the space below her was occupied was a forbidden activity that left her craving the few nocturnal hours when no one and nothing seemed to bother her. Except for Bellatrix, as was proven in this instance. She grunted in answer to the Witch down below her, slowly rolling and crawling from the mattress to the floor until she was close enough to the bars of the cage to stuff one arm through and lazily wave it about. It was still dark beyond the windows to the Hall, words were best saved for later. 