"Very well," Madeleine said with brisk cheerfulness, seemingly oblivious to the turbulent feelings her offer had created in Hermione. The older witch turned her attention back to the microscope. "Remind me to take a look after we're finished here," she said sounding distracted, absorbed once more in the potion she was examining, Hermione's situation flying from her mind, and Hermione stood there watching with her heart thundering in her chest, fists clenched, shaky, and choked up with a terrible hope.